The Inferior Truth

Intimacy is a refuge

To where you invite

All those you once knew

And leave yourself out

Intimacy is the knot

You untie alone

Then in a moment of fear

Throw the pieces to those

Who you once knew

But left you because

You were too much alike

Intimacy is the truth

Where you cannot play that role

Play that game

Or play alone

But only with those whom you

Once knew

And on an August day

Left you

Intimacy is a common shame

Where all secrets fly as kites

Where all whispers are loud and bright

Among those

Whom you once knew

And then, under an unmoon night

Left you be

Who you once were

Before you met them

February 27, 2017

© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2017