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Lost Friend

Bastille Day is the birthday of a friend

I no longer see no longer hear from

one who moved on made other friends

felt no need or desire for what I had to offer

after all our intimacy and playfulness

the meals cooked together, confidences shared

the easy particularities, the elegant gifts.

I’ve done the same to others though

I should know better having felt

the pain of being the one who is left,

the one no longer needed, the one

surprised by a sudden deep hole.

How carelessly we move through life

how brutally keeping each our own small

universe spinning as needed sloughing off

nonessential bits at random with the

heartless nonchalance of cold untouching planets.

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