SUFFICE
The woman I love
and loved before I knew what love was
and loved when I forgot what love was
is on the other side of the city
with another
and I believe
she is
longing for me
as I long for her,
and the rain
beats my temples
outside the window
like a dozen hammers,
and I beat my breast
in silence,
but…
I sit halfway contented
like a saint,
like an imbecile,
like Buddha,
like Christ,
like me,
watching television,
eating and drinking copiously,
contemplating my sleeping
children,
those two last vestiges
of my humanity.
I even wrote
two poems.
On a night like tonight,
that suffices.
Amply,
even.
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