~ from "Quiet World":
I remember reading you – each page
I turned with you laid out upon my pillow
I stuttered and I sped through it as though
I thought the fastest finish time could gauge
How much I’d learned from you, but at this stage
I would have learned as much had I gone slow,
As I should have read you, so I would know
You, and not to have desires assuaged.
But now I can remember only notions –
And left with vague suggestions of your value,
What is there really to be said of you?
I certainly, at first, gave my devotion
But frustrated with how I never grew
I walked away in search of novel views.
June 5
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