My Hour

it’s a little funny how the hurts hurt us

a secret told only to those who are ready to hurt us the most

those ready to learn the hurt of a bird, the hurt of a cat

those ready to thread a valley of stars

hold a conversation with Dante

to think of loneliness, as I do

the loneliness that lays siege to my every day

so unhappy

it’s not so difficult a thing

that is my hour

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