The Tears of a Pig
1998, June "KaraOhki" Geraci

Words of one syllable, huh?

Here goes....




I have to leave now, for I will not watch you wed him.  The pain would
be too much for me to bear.

For I love you.  I have loved you since the night you hugged me, and
took me to your room.

Since then, I have watched you.  At first, I did not think you loved
him, but I was wrong.  You hid your love from him, but I could see it,
and it brought me more pain.

Then I thought, "If he does not love you, then can you not love me?".

Once more, I was wrong.  For when you could not see, he would gaze at
you, love in his eyes, which he would hide when you turned back to him,
for fear that you would catch him.

I was a fool.  That gave me hope, hope that you would turn to me in his
stead.  You did not.

Do you know the truth?  Do you know who I am?  Have you not seen that
the scarf I wear as a pig is the same as when I am a man?  I guess not.
In the end, that may be a good thing.

I look at you in your gown.  I must leave.  I watched him touch your
hand last night, and a knife stabbed my heart.  How could I stay and see
him with you, see you bear his babes?

NO!  I will not stay.

Lost, once more, in a town I do not know.  This looks like a good place
to rest, in this yard, by this pond.  Pond?

Do I know this place?  I think so, and my heart sinks.  You walk out of
the house, hand in hand, and he leans down to kiss you.  My eyes squeeze
shut.  I will NOT look at this!  But I must, and the tears of this pig
are a waste of time, for you have not seen them.