my pain is gaping wide, swallowing up your kindness, groaning and insistent.
its hunger is all I can hear.
you, you peaceful gentle friend,
composed and conscious,
how can you understand?
but indeed it is I who do not understand;
I cannot grasp the paradox
of losing what you desire without losing your patience.
In that you can bear your own and mine as well,
your suffering gains stature.
[inspired by Sense and Sensibility]
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