Tagged: human nature

from the lookout, we

life makes waves, pushes

even on the more

every other day, 

perhaps people are

think of me but don’t

think of me but don’t
ever let me know that you
think of me, it’s a

simple enough equation that
solves for every variable
.
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hello, i love you,

hello, i love you,
where can i rest my sorrow?

is the new refrain

whispered across dimly lit
rooms, beating between heartbeats
.
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in the end, we will 

in the end, we will 
have spent more time alone than 
anticipated – 

and yet, what is alone but 
more time to be with oneself?
.
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the city is in

the city is in
everyone’s business and no
one’s business all at

once – we look, make quick judgments,
and never make eye contact
.
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of the innumerable

of the innumerable
ways to mourn, i
am negotiating grief
in REM sleep this
morning, consoling
a young colleague
in the art of letting
it out, letting
go, an unsteady
navigation of
space, time, and
reality – on your
birthday, in the nearly
third anniversary of
your passing, we
practice the improbable
parallels of joy and
grief, keeping it
together without
so much
disassembling
.
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