i m just something else he tried a catalogue of interests in a catalogue of lives i hid myself from him i wouldn t say it was a lie but hiding worked its way into the way we lived our lives it was clear that he was troubled he had trouble with his pride but i could never tell if the fault was his or mine so i drew myself away i wouldn t say i left behind a man who would never know the man he was inside in a moment he was gone i could see that he had died by the quickening of blood and the fluttering of eyes so i held him to my breast like all the better wives who furnish men with love and never leave their side i m just something else he tried the salt that s left behind after tears have dried and i suppose that i ll go on after all it was my life and all that i supposed i held has come to be untied