you,
my love,
my dear,
exuberant one
whom everyone loves,
who called me "Mum,"
you,
I have healed bonds.
praise courage.
praise theater.
mourn self blame.
distance.
you,
my shock,
my friend?
awakened thoughts,
who flirted-- with everyone,
who caught me in arms,
once.
you,
I know not our standing.
mourn stammers.
mourn silence.
praise distance?
busy.
GONE
i wonder,
because of one,
because of choice.
because of me.
you, my dear-- I miss your dreams.
you, my friend?-- I miss your convictions.
you-- the one I have,
you share these
sometimes;
dreams, convictions.
but more often than not,
silence
tease
disapprove
of mine.
did I mean to choose this path?
doubt
but not fear.
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