mistakes

September 24, 2017 at 2:56 pm Leave a comment

 

mistakes

say no more, i beg you
(but you cannot listen)
we’ve said all this before, too many far too many
times.

we humans
mistake love for lust, and grief
for anger. you suffered
my touch and i your absence

till absence overtook touching.
now you long
for my reassurance, and i’ve
none, at all, to give.

things change: people change:
and feelings die.
i’ve nothing to say or lend.

in a way i suppose that’s appropriate. we know words
by silence:
before, and after.

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Indeed.

Entry filed under: an example, Ancient Poetry, On Truth, Pain, philosophy, poetry. Tags: , .

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