Let whatever is gone be bygone

If it is deeply personal

Shut up your sorrow in the deep recesses of your psyche

And shine your teeth or gums on

You’re a modern man, a nobody,

Your losses don’t matter to none

Except the one that is yourself

 

So, let bygones be bygones

 

“There’re losses bigger than yours

And there will be” … so on

 

Only, you know those moments of Freudian slip

As well as that trauma called sleep

When ghosts wake up from layers and layers of darkness

That unknown territory

Where you’re a king, a joker, and a thief

All at the same time

There, only there, the dance is

And there your every loss counts

Every drop of unshed tear burns like a ball of fire

And pregnant with loads of meaning.

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