The grass grain stains can't ground your saintly feet;
You know yourself and set yourself apart;
You cross the street with wide, cross eyes, discrete
From everyone but whom you have in heart.
You live alone without your love within
Your reach, without his head on your blue lap,
Not parting its waves to sight land, bare skin,
Not finding warm hands guiding there, a map.
You laugh off biting, chilling memories,
You shrug off melancholy, morose thought,
But laughs cannot provide you any lees,
And hollow shrugs can't hide how you're distraught.
I know you have your pride; let me help you;
I am just like you, living like you do.
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