To my last.

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I sense that she is no more, like we have become each other's Jackie Paper.  Ah, but the memories... those are mine to keep.  Just a little reminder.  And a hope that such a woman still waits to be found.  Actually, I think she went away because she found my last, and similar, tribute to her.  Perhaps it was too... personal.  Perhaps she didn't see it this way.  Hard to tell with her, and she wouldn't say.

I knew some of her sisters of the flame, but none quite compared.  Not even close.  She was as close to an equal as women can get... in my... ways.  She fulfilled the puzzle pieces I had missing.  A female Doom.



But she just wanted to be a normal.  I, for my part, simply wanted her to be who she was.  She could almost pass though.  I, if sadly, understood.  If there was little I could do on my side of things.  I was a daily reminder just by existing, fitting, complimenting her nature.

How the world saw her.  And she was fine with it, if they would just accept, forget.  A price too high I think.  In all fairness to the world, she purposefully, and angrily, showed this side.  She tried, and mostly succeeded, in pushing the world away.  I don't know about it being right or fair, wasn't my call.  Just that she shouldn't have been so put out by it.  I saw her cause people to repel in horror, and rightly.  If too, with a little evil grin of my own.  Didn't work on me.  Yum!


Why did it work?  It's in there.


I don't even think she is the wrong type.  I just have to lead in a different direction.  Lord knows I need that humanborn hellfire, the guilt, the mild darkness that only a woman can have.  It helped to keep me... here?  Humanish?  That's what I seek, in a woman.  Hard to find.  But it's how I was built.  And, her?  I found her on the way to God's home.  It was all so close to just right.  So very close.  For both of us, I like to think.

Perhaps she was my last, a gift to remember until my time here passes and beyond.  Perhaps such things are only meant to happen once.  Don't know.  Glad to have had it though.  And, who knows, perhaps, when in dire need, on a windy night...