@BaronessElsa

at – last – sitting as immovable quiet as on Christmas Eve before my fling.

Yet audbily luckily – understandingly – he kept absolute silence and distance –

I complained about it even – I couldn’t! I just sat – staring! This lasted hours!

I fought and fought – to see – feel him – aknowledge him – just catch on to the weest bit of stir in me – for him – to save my soul –

I couldn’t – I felt it – go thus ruined to my husband back like to a hospital. I couldn’t exist this way at – all!

I couldn’t live with this corpse in me – that just had been a splendid creature – my brilliant happy pride killed in me.

I wanted my love back again – for – what should become of me – this was insanity –

First he tried to persuade me – I heard his voice without that it reached me – he touched me – I was immovable stiff as a stick of wood –

A pebble in my palm – I spread out my fingers to let it drop – in utter pride – dignity – misery.

Where was my glorious jewel of love?