How Far?

Know you how far we've come?

It's been shy of a year
Since that fateful
Freshman December.

Know you how much we've grown?

I'd entered the realm
Of women for the first time,
And you'd entered the realm of Evil, Me.

I hope and assume
It was enlightening for us both.

Know you how much we've learned?

I can only give you
Half of the story-

I learned volumes
From simply a smile,
A hug,
And a face.

A smile the stopped hearts
When it made its appearance -

Taught me the simple truth
Of the heart behind.

It was happy to see me.

And until now,
I did not acknowledge this;
I was a cynic
And made myself miserable.

Thinking thoughts like,
"Such a smile
Only deepens my pain."
But what pain is there to feel?

A hug that ended
My life as I knew it.
On a December evening - Was it January? -
A wordless embrace killed me.

I was reborn
The embrace spoke novels.
The novels contained
"I love you"
In there somewhere.

Only to be followed by
"As a friend."

Even so - such is the purest love.

The love
Which has no hidden intention.
No sexual connotation,
No malicious intent.

True love is only with friends and family.
Pure, clean friendship -
An embrace that spoke of true love.

A face
That I was once blessed to see every day -
Now helps me to appreciate
This past year more
The days when I saw you every day

Until now,
I took that face for granted
Now that it's gone
I miss it and love the days I'd seen it
For the blessing of seeing that face.

A face that taught me
To value beauty
Before it disappears.

Do you realize how far I've come?

Tell me now, my love, my friend -
How far?
How far have you come?

What I Found On the Ground

A letter,
Yes,
A single letter,
I think.

It was the letter "L."
I think.
Maybe it was "I,"
If you look at it...

I found it scribbled,
Messily on something
On the ground.

Like someone so neglectfully
Tossed it away.
Don't they want it?
I guess not.

Hello?
Anyone drop something?

Boy, it's empty in here.
I don't see anyone.
Or any thing,
For that matter.

Hey, I think there's more written here.
L-O-V-E. "Love...?"

Funny. What does that mean?

Boy, it really is empty in here.

Where is everyone?
I can hear an echo.
No crickets, though.

It's really dusty in here.
But there aren't any cobwebs.
It smells kind of salty.
If feels kind of dry.

Maybe there was once Water in here?

Funny, it's room temperature here.
Where's the air conditioner?
Anyway, let's see if I can find an exit...

Hey, it's getting warmer.

What the hell?

Another little white thing.
Hey this has letters on it, too.

"L...Lu...Lust."
Another funny word.
What do they mean,
"Love and Lust?"

Boy, it's kind of lonely in here.
And hot. It's hot, too.

No one's here, either.
Why was it manageable back there
And unbearable in here?

Ah, my feet. They're bare on the ground...
They're burning up...
This is weird.
I want out.

Hey...this place is new.
It's...woah!
Damn cold here!

Still dark.
There aren't any walls.
it's really freezing.
This isn't good for my body.

Oh, what's this?
Another little white thing?
Who dropped all of these?

This has something different written on it.

"H...Hate?"
Doesn't sound very nice.
I like the other two better.

Boy, it's creepy in here.
And dark.
And cold.
And lonely.
And empty.

Where am I?
Hello?

I guess I only have these little
White things to keep me company.

Love, Lust, and Hate.

My little buddies.
Heh. Buddies.

Huh?
I heard a thump.
There it is again!
And again!
Who's coming?

They obviously can't walk well.
It goes,
Lub-dup,
Lub-dup.

Like they're limping.
I'd better hide...
But where?

Probably can't see me anyway.
So dark in here.

The thumps aren't getting louder.
Just, "lub-dup,
Lub-dup,"
Again and again.

Has it been going this whole time?
I haven't noticed, if it has...

It's too cold in here.
I want to go back to that other place.
I can go back the way I came, perhaps...

What? I've been running for like five minutes,
And it's getting colder?

There's another thing on the ground,
How many of these are there?

"Regre."
Looks like someone
Didn't finish writing this one.

Boy, it's empty in here.
And dusty.
And dry.
And salty.
And lonely.
And freezing.

I like where I found
"Love" more.

Lub...dup...
Lub...dup...
Lub...dup.

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.

Dr Mr Evil

Dr Mr Evil stands with pencil near,
Dr Mr Evil stands waiting here.

Dr Mr Evil wonders where you are,
Dr Mr Evil wonders why you're so far.

Dr Mr Evil puts on fake smiles.
Dr Mr Evil will be like this for a while.

Dr Mr Evil is laying on his bed,
Dr Mr Evil is running out of pencil lead.

Dr Mr Evil can't go to sleep,
Dr Mr Evil got in too deep.

Dr Mr Evil releases a sigh,
Dr Mr Evil refuses to cry.

Dr Mr Evil is full of dread,
Dr Mr Evil can't get you out of his head.

Dr Mr Evil hit an all time low,
Dr Mr Evil needs you so.

Dr Mr Evil is staring at a wall.
Dr Mr Evil can't think at all.

Dr Mr Evil is sad that you're gone.
Dr Mr Evil has to move on.

Dr Mr Evil misses you.
Dr Mr Evil hopes you miss him, too.

Departure

And Laura Leaves.
Sweet maiden of Petrarch.

Gone now,
Lost to me,
Forever.
I"m not what I used to be!

So, Wherefore?
Wherefore doth Laura Leave?

Laura Leaves.
She knows not what I feel.
But I suppose it doesn't matter.

Tell me to move on.
Tell me, go on.

"Move on, Lovesick Romeo.
Your Rosaline has left."

Wherefore doth thou
LEAVE?

Dr. Mr. Evil misses you.
Come back.

Like Laura of Old/Evil, I

Ands so the good never see justice.
Because justice is in the mind of the beholder.

Justice is yet to be served.
Though for the good justice is deserved.

Though the lines of
"right" and "fair" are blurry,

And I compose these
Trite words in a hurry,

Call me a cynic,
But one,
Only one,
Refuses to be deserved.

Because she simply does not want to be.
Only to be there to admire,
Like Laura of Old.

She is untouchable and untouched yet.

What happens when the Good is denied
His justice?

Why, the Good becomes Evil.

Why dost the beautiful sweet leave
Evil, me?

I, Evil,
Envious,
Hateful,
Treacherous,
Evil, I.

Why must the maiden of lover Petrarch
Haunt Evil, my mind
With her charm
And absence of it?

Justice hasn't been served.
Not for Evil, I.

Wouldst thou play games
With Evil, my mind?

Right before
Evil, mine eyes?

Dost thou love Evil, me
That little,
Laura of Old?