February 4

Asking to know ends in eviction. It flings
from us the touch that blends our heart and our dumb
head with all knowing. But friend, what has gone unsaid

is that asking sends a note. It says
I miss you. I wish to attend high
level talks, to make amends. To dwell
on when we’ll renew our bond.

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