You Know This Is You,

Amidst the chaos of this early afternoon - you are weighing prominently on my mind. It seems I cannot escape you. Indeed I cannot seem to recall when you were NOT on my mind, although I know there had to a time when you were not. I've only known you three out of the 26 years I've been on this planet, so I couldn't always have been living for you.

I would your memory inspired some form of warm, well meaning feeling but I think if I were to tell you that, you would know I was lying. You must know that I am still angry at you. I feel justified in my anger though that's kind of an odd way to put it, isn't it? Justified! If something is justified, then it seems to me it should feel right, but this anger doesn't.