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Thursday, February 3, 2011

The Separate Self


The
Separate Self


I mourn him
because he
can’t live anywhere
but in the past.

As beautiful
as he was
and is
I can’t stay
there.

He liked to
choose his
pleasures
as if they
were comforts.

His joys
make me sad
and his pains
seem the only
way forward.

From now on
I will write
the story
of his life
without him.

Peter Valentyne
February 3, 2011


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