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She asked me

If she would ever really be happy

If she could

Finally have the life she wanted

That night I wondered

if we would never be happy

Really, incandescently happy

What if that’s what made us create

What if we can see and hear other people

But that hunger in us

Would never be filled

And we would always be alone

What if there was always a corner

A piece of us

That would be separate

And we would always have to explain it

Or translate it

—-//

I told her surely down the road somewhere

Both of us could be

And I stood there afraid

That I was wrong

-E

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