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Don’t you know what love is?
It’s me talking to you right now.
Thank God the poem mediates.
Unsupervised human interaction hates
Intervention by song or poem
When not involving one they love.
The ugly singer sings his song
So beautifully. But only to the air
Which holds the shy abashed lovers
Not willing to speak, distant, there.
Distance is the measure we know
And only that. “You have to let them go.”
You’ve heard that advice. Pretend
You don’t love. Right up to the very end.
