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I know what you planned, what you meant to do, teaching me

to love the world, making it impossible

to turn away completely, to shut it out completely

            ever again —

it is everywhere; when I close my eyes,

birdsong, scent of lilac in early spring, scent of summer

            roses:

you mean to take it away, each flower, each connection

            with earth —

why would you wound me, why would you want me

desolate in the end, unless you wanted me so starved

            for hope

I would refuse to see that finally

nothing was left to me, and would believe instead

in the end you were left to me.