Hypothetically
You stand there just like you always do,
Saying something irrelevant; you just want to tell me.
And I finally tell you all the reasons I cannot listen to your nonsense,
because it means more than everything that is real and relevant.
And the shared intimacy that comes from jokes you make on my expense don't make me laugh
Because all these things you see as faults and quirks are just for you.
I am not for you, but I am here for you.
You are silent now, looking at me in disbelief and- is it horror?
A. E Houseman:
He would not stay for me, and who can wonder? He would not stay for me to stand and gaze. I shook his hand, and tore my heart in sunder, And went with half my life about my ways.
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