To the Player
To roll tight the coils of friendship!
I haven’t the fight,
am daunted by your sudden flights
& exposed: vulnerable, recoiling
from your knowing.
Yesterday was not the first.
There was Once upon a Time, and Long
Ago,
and Last Week.
I have forgotten the Nows
which saw you retreating.
Too much, you told a friend.
But what do you know,
who have no soul?
A shattered mirror,
A thousand bits of me,
Are but my sorrows multiplied.
Now, in their reflection,
I write what I see
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