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As Sad As Love

And,

Dear,

Why don’t I get to be in love?

Why do you get too, while I am stuck with a cold bed

with no one around to talk about what is in this head?


Oh?


It is my ego?


Well . . . Damn.

What do I have to do

To become like you?


I see . . .

But just

Barely.


A death

Of a dream

Would ring

Through my ears

For years . . .

But you say that a death is key

If I want to continue to believe

In something as sad as

Love?


Let go of the ego

And fill the self up

With someone else, you say?


Alright, I’ll try,

Or,

I won’t, I guess.


We’ll see if it is really up to me.


CH 11/6/23

 
 
 

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