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Sometimes I forget completely
what companionship is.
Unconscious and insane, I spill sad
energy everywhere. My story
gets told in various ways: a romance,
a dirty joke, a war, a vacancy.
Divide up my forgetfulness to any number,
it will go around.
These dark suggestions that I follow,
are they part of some plan?
Friends, be careful. Don’t come near me
out of curiosity, or sympathy.
-- Rumi
(translated by Coleman Barks)
Silence at the end of the day:
this is the hard part of separating.
Even perfunctory kisses & greetings,
blowing brain snot at bedtime --
sometimes I wondered
why we were doing it. Now
I feel the ache of the cord cut,
the line gone slack.
-- Don Shewey
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