[20 May 2019]
We sat outside one summer’s night,
You said to me, “Should a time come
When I am no longer me or
If I no longer aim to be
The man I aim to be but, from
Some nefarious impulse for
Self-destruction, find myself quite
Stuck or pining or lost in some
Man’s bedroom somewhere or next door,
Don’t give me up without a fight.”
You leaned back in your chair, your eyes
So earnest and your voice so full
Of that rare presence of mind known
As sobriety that my heart
Almost warmed up to your woeful
Words. “You expect me to disown
You just because a day may start
When you are not you – otherwise
The dividends due to our own
Selves may go unpaid?” At the start,
You sat there silent; then, a sigh;
You stood and walked into the night.
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