When we believe,
the world around us
seems a pristine luxury
where all the polish in our hands
readily smooth
is
always here
to regain such is sweet
lustre of harmony.
We make a guess sometime
when alone
trying to decide
which path,
where might we find
a kinder soul
than the one we were fortunate
to once know.
Inside the silence
of our mind,
we are left to divide
our lives
into
what is
and
what they,
what he, she, whomever
a person may be.
That’s the part
without any recourse,
call it closure
in a one-sided debate.
that hurts.
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