Online Romance Quite Like
I was the perfect martyr for that mission, in
plainclothes uncut hair. While shaking hands, accepting
the position, I factored the bus fare and it was twenty
cents more than I could spend. 'Twenty cents have you, my
new employer doubling as my friend?' Because I knew that
I would never find another job quite like that again. I
was the perfect mother for his messing. I cleaned up
without care. It seemed like he was giving me his
blessing to toss off the nightmare, but stuck with enough
dreams for many men, of course within that lot would be a
couple nights that would frighten. But I knew that I
would never find another guy quite like him again. You
were the perfect model for medicine; a sick day was not
too rare. Through your bouts you taught one simple
lesson: to read up and lay bare all our concerns, 'cause
no amount of Ibuprophen is going to help us now. These
things, they always catch up in the end. And I know that
I will never find another one quite like you again.
