The Way You Did

Perhaps if I knew you well enough to write a poem I wouldn’t have to write one

Did anyone know you? 

Some thought they did, women mostly, but they were deluded

I only know the parts that I got,

The charming humor that can dissolve stone,

enabling communication where none seems possible

Always having to figure out how to be in the world instead of just being

The ill tempered land mines that I and others step on

The need and ability to be the coolest guy in the room

The comfort offered by depression, relieved only by creation

I wish I could get things done the way you did

All that work you produced overwhelms me, frightens me into inertia

Our female students pursued us both. 

You always said yes, because of that, I always said no

Now that gravity sets the angle and so the attitude of my eyes, always looking angry transitions to always looking sad

At last, our true faces are the same

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