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Jul 2014
I asked
To be asked
Under the
Name
Of

We.

She smiles
While she remembers
Smiling
At such a

Thing.

There was, there is, there is always
Just
Two.

And we see each other
Through the cafe windows,
Rain drops sliding down the smooth,
Clear glass.
My face is broken into a million different
Reflections, but hers parts the rain.
She smiled, again recalling
Her smiles and our

Chance Encounters.

Her, she, the one
I'm always
Thinking of,
Never fully comes
Inside.

She is half in,
Half
Out.

In our distances,
We are more together
Than when we are
Sometimes nearer.

My weight
Weighs as much as its weighed
Since I arrived.
I'm allowed
A little
Leeway, aren't I?
For these walls of rules
Are meant to be broken,
As long
As it stays

Entertaining.

She nods reading
The nod and pinches her fingers
To the page
And flips it.
I've got nothing to say.

There's not much
Defending yourself
Once the word
Is
Down.

I play play
With the thought
Of
Another life.

A life astray.

A life with no meaning
But
Experience.

A life devoid
Of labels, responsibilities, friendships, lovers, family.

A life exempt.

To rid
Oneself of
That, would be
To denounce one's
Valuable
Emotion.

Or one's
Invaluable
Emotion?

Two rockers
Rock
In a warm
Wind.
With nobody
Occupying
Either, they continue
To rock for their
Own Purposes.

She says and has said,
"Find yourself a task
And the meaning
Will come
Eventually. If it doesn't,
Find yourself
A New Task."

I nod at what she has said
And stare as far as I can
Out the open window.
A grayish whitish cloud
Floats still in the skyline.
There are lacerations
All around its whale like body.
Humming to myself, imagining
Floating whales, my counselor
Swats the top of my hand with a ruler.
I feel it and I don't feel it.
I let the sting travel to the back of my spine near the neck,
Clench my jaw, and wait for the fade.

"Ouch," I say simply looking at her, "Very ouch."

A click of her pen, a scream through her throat,

And
I'm out
The door.

I am, I was
Old
I feel, I felt, I feel.

She is, she was
Keeping afloat
She is, she was, she will
Continue
To do so.

Love
Need not to
Conquer All.

Love
Need only to

Be.
Written by
Mitchell
266
   Mary
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