So speak aloud to no-one then, and carol in the park
and let the normies stare at you.
It's not like you'll never see her again.
Let the time drag, let it tear at you, let it tear away pretty ideas, so pretty you can't bear not to share them — and bear it.
Let them be lost like days, like chances, like lives before we invent any given cure.
And write some down that move your spirit, sure.
But there are other ears to seek and other prizes to earn, and if they are not as sweet as her swoon, learn
to get by.
And if you are getting by only a little better than before this spell, why should that be anything to complain of?
There are more things in life that people should want than your joy.
There are more things in life that people should be than your toy.
But mark the difference, mark it well; sometimes is not never.
And waiting is not death,
for all that you may not be sure how to steady your breath.
