An inquisition

It is just as difficult to love you
As it is to loathe you.
    I had to lie

As you pulled me aside
With your shaking hands, livid eyes,
And hair deafening white; you
Asked, 'Is he bothering you?'

    'Oh, won't you tell me?—
Please, the truth, whether he
Is bothering you?'

Your Other coughed on;
Nothing could be done. 'No,
Of course not.'  I said
Dumbly.

Dale Chou
2005-04-07