Imaginary Conversation with Jane
ME: When Jane reflects on her life
I wonder if she ponders,
I devoted myself to those
who could never return in kind.
JANE: Stop! What a vacuous thought.
You do not understand
the privilege of detachment,
watching births, deaths, and mating,
not responsible for what I dare see.
ME: I call your life a punishment.
You were unloved, unbidden.
You stayed too long a voyeur,
so much of yourself hidden.
JANE: I call your life a delusion.
Did you suffer less loneliness than I?
There, there. Don't cry.
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