I do not know
What is wrong with him,
Except my best guess
That his misses her
(as we all do
And always will),
Having had his taste
Of something so sweet
We can’t imagine
Life without it,
And yet, somethings
Must come to an end,
No matter how good
They may taste,
And the wasteland
We live in
After having been
Cast from Eden
Seems all the worse
For our needing
To navigate it alone.
I can’t say
What he feels
Is love,
Since I don’t always
Know what love is,
And only get
The echoes of what
I think it might be,
He aching the way
I ached,
When she cast me out
Of the paradise
Of her life,
I suspect he doesn’t
Even know her,
To understand the pain
She endures,
Which has nothing
To do with either of us,
We look in a mirror
And see what
We want to see,
Not what is
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