how do you define this yearning
for the throbbings, the ruptures,
the disappointments of others -
the charity of what were once
your hopes, your desires
given away
in a gesture filled with
nothingness
indifferent to the orphaned corners
in which they now lie
sharing space and poetry
with other unwanteds
of the world.
love doesn’t even begin
to describe it.
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