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I thank you
That you hate me so sincerely,
That you have buried fondness
in a grave.
In hatred one is one who breathes freely,
in love – a slave.
You suddenly
Refuse to recognise
My words, my books,
My gestures and my pains…
But every time you lift those hating eyes
I hear the clang
Of broken chains.
And now my life is natural and blessed –
Away from your
Capricious, moody feeling,
Again my heart
Eased leftward in my chest.
The wounds are healing.
I feel like risen out of the tomb,
Life is like Mozart music and blue skies.
And if your absence hadn’t felt like doom,
I would have thought myself
In paradise.