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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