Just a Little Thank You Note…. I just wanted to thank you for the sweet pain of a first love affair thank you for the soft melodies that made me forget that we had no protection if these three months hadn’t happened, there would be no Miles, no Klugh, no Spyro Gyra no Marsalis, no Brubeck, no Franks, no ‘BGO without this final semester of false lovin’ there would be no jazz no duets in the shower no passion at 5am no nights alone no “real” thing, no “you mean more than” no “I DO care” no “sorry but I won’t be home tonight…” no other woman no heartache, no confusion, no hurt no faked emotions, no hate, no frustration no gynecologist no cold, empty nights, no lonely mornings, no sympathy no apathy, no excuses, no wounded egos, no memories no BITCH so thank you for the missed classes and for teaching me how to scurry across campus at 1AM to fulfill your needs and to find my own thank you for the use of your towels, your soap, your q-tips, your cocoa butter, your washcloth, your shirts, your stereo, your typewriter thank you for using me for losing me in your arms, in your kisses and in your thoughts for losing track of my existence for having no brain of your own for loving and leaving me for your best friend’s girlfriends’ girlfriend for forgetting about our ‘something real’ for the lies for cutting all ties sooooo graciously for not being MAN enough to tell me about her for making me realize that some men have no right to my loving and are only out to please THEMSELVES for letting me see the reality of a relationship with a basketball player who snorts, tokes, drinks, brags boasts and SITS THE BENCH but really THANK YOU for the strength to start over again and to take the time out to love someone WORTH loving... MYSELF Original writing: 5/3/84