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Sunday 5 July 2020

Sighs of a diffident Lifer

It makes no sense
Calling people who don't pick up
Or thinking about them.
Or looking into the washroom mirror
When the usual chores are over
Holding your tears back and
Drowning them in their infancy.

The best way
(There could be others as well)
is to forgive them.
Forgive yourself.
Absolve them of their sins
Not because you are somehow
Optimistic about life
But to keep yourself sane.
Keep their memories safe.
In times like these
When hate is contagious
Like some airborne virus.

Or to turn them
Into fiction in your head,
In your life.
That way
They are always available
Always free.
Always attentive.

The only condition 
(like Orpheus) however
is to never answer them back.
Just keep listening
And forgiving
And continue living
As hard as it gets.
This:
(what you otherwise call 
the ordinary sighs
Of a diffident lifer).

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