March 13, 2017Poem
You see me smile
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You see me smile
I see you laugh
We go about our business
Living a life
Walking in daydreams
Shopping for candles
Browsing the wine selection
Taking used books
From the secondhand collection
Swapping old stories
For new ones
Eating brunch
With a bunch of old friends
Saying sorry
For any hurt feelings
Trying to make amends
Going home alone
After saying goodbye
Night after night
Waiting to die
But we smile
And laugh
At each other
Going about our business
It is so easy
To believe
What we see
Is the way
We want it to be
Anything else
Would have consequence
It would mean
We would have to care
About what might be lost
And that would be
So much harder
To bear.