No, I don’t
want to walk with you,
I’m sorry,
I want to walk
with the cloud up there,
the dark,
looming, vaporous mass.
I can smile at
you,
laugh at your
jokes,
help you with
the work,
but that’s
quite all.
I want to walk
with the cloud up there
and become
shapeless and massless
and melt into
a great sorrow
that descends
to dissolve into the dirt
that I’ve
smiled at and laughed at
and helped
create.
None can bear this from you.
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