After her death, an exchange of email.
Her sister writes, "Listen, you
created a fantasy. The woman
in your mind never existed."
Then it hits me! How come
it took me this long?
I reply, "No, she created me.
She had to, to distract herself
from looking in the mirror.
And I bought into it."
A long silence, then this:
"My God, you're right."
In this way her sister and I
agree on the circumstances of those years
and who hallucinated whom
and who was the gullible sap
in the wrong place
at the wrong time
with the wrong woman.
