What's the point of feeling better
when it only leads to feeling good?
What's the point of success at anything?
I want to tell you.
To hear you ask.
Instead, silence.
I want to tell you how better I feel.
I want to tell you I did good.
Only for the fact that at one time it pleased you.
I wish I could call upon ancient bonds,
if only to feel a tiny shred of want of company.
Of kinship, friendship...
of anything...from you.
Alas, what a new love you have,
that a pause of silence is all I receive as token.
Forsake me not...forgive me much...
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