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Why do we long for pain?

Why can't we just relax?

I was thinking about this, in my way

Staring off into space

And considering loves of past lives

playing like films in my mind

When you found me in the kitchen,

caught me off guard.

My oldest and dearest friend since childhood

You make me smile

in the way that only a true friend can

You sat across from me

and slid the hot mug over

and we chatted

How's the weather, what's new,

"Something borrowed, something blue"

who's come and who's gone,

Who's away

and who's home?

"What has got you in such a dour mood?" you asked. "Just the turning of the seasons?"

I stared into the clouds in my coffee and said,

You remember how I used to be

When I was younger

In the house by the palm trees?

When all I wanted was to be seen

And be free

"Yes," you interrupted, "all young people want such things."

I didn't recognize the glaring ache for what it was

I thought I could fill it with an abundance of love

And it was about that time of year

when my birthday is

Apples in the trees

Summer past it's end

And the party had been planned

and they all bought gifts

And they stood in my kitchen

A room just like this

And waited for me

But I was at the park,

arguing with my boyfriend

"If they all found out

What's the worst that could happen?

Tell me you see it, too,

The way that we matter!"

And he sliced me to ribbons

(In public! No shame!)

with a single breath

I told myself it was love

But it was just loneliness

Would you like to hear about it again?

I retread these asking trails sometimes

And you took my hand and smiled

quite sweetly

And said, "Oh, little love, no.

Haven't we had enough weeping?"

So we laughed at our childhood follies over coffee

And the last leaf fell

Winter was coming