Poem XXXV

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Meaning


I see meaning in actions and words
that others would rather I not

Mere happenstance they are
Devoid of depth and body
and so without import

Reciprocity of love and devotion
lies beyond my purview

Between bouts of despair there are glimmers of hope
Each time reminded that hope is pointless

I stand beside you a telling example
of what nothing to offer means

And I convince you