last june. the rain clouds gathered like a shadow at midday. last january. i held on to your past like the sail of a skiff in a typhoon. last march. ununderstanding future requires two to overcome a past i let your past overcome our present. soon. the typhoon of your past blew me away taking with me everything that was us. today. bitter blue but blasé i have now four amores i amortize. today. my present is your past threefold plus one worse. today. in taking our present i assumed your past plus three. today. bridge burnt. i hear the crocodiles laughing and crying my tears.