Wednesday, September 7, 2022



So much time spent as a me versus everyone else

Believing there's mine and the remainder yours

Inside a mind walled off from all the rest

Me and you

You and me

Us or nothing else

They say there are seven forms of love

But we both know that’s nonsense

There's just the one kind

The only one that matters

The one that bridges the gap

 Between an individual and anyone else.

I’m afraid it’s all an illusion though,

This separation between self

And the rest of the world 

Which would mean love 

Is also an illusion

Or at least an unnecessary link,

That all this time

There was merely no otherness

In which case I think

I’d prefer to remain as me, 

Sequestered over here

Waiting for love to reappear


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