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You Were Loved
In your wake I don't hear words anymore.
Behavior and action are what I prize.
What are gestures or platitudes good for
If there is no substance that underlies?
To look back, how can I place any blame?
You held a mirror up to your co-stars
Yet all our reflections were just the same,
Extensions of you to fill your memoirs.
What a pity to go through life your way,
Body and soul joined with tenuous thread,
Words but mere sounds someone happens to say.
Who lives in your head, who crawls in your bed?
No one truly knows, and that includes you.
Still, once you were loved and you never knew.
