And another...

[ldamoff]

We don’t talk of loneliness
Except in poems and songs
But over cups of coffee
And when we meet on the sidewalk
With the invariable and ubiquitous
Questions of acquaintance
We never talk of the pit opening
A few steps before us, the door
That keeps the strangest noises
Locked by a key held in the other’s hand.

We do not talk of fear of failure
Except in unguarded midnight conversation
Over green tea, or beer, compelling substance;
But in the light of the day we paint our faces fearless,
Courageous, deceiving ourselves
Much more than anyone else,
For the frenzy is but thinly masked
And so the questions of our parents
Even those that remain unasked
Are avoided and danced around
Feared because they make us fearful.
So we simply do not talk about it.

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love,
luke