go find each other ii

Go find each other.

Weep that you are first and last,

the broken beaker and the empty glass.

You were not wanted simple, middle,

last-born child and the second fiddle.

Hold hands, dry tears, do not exclaim

that wrinkled foreheads are a loosing game,

but laugh. Rejoice

that this is your stone alone, to try

to be something other than a lover’s cry

at night when the taxis don’t come.

That is all, no alarm.

Leave what is gone and find what is won

and you shall be wealthy and happy and long

in thrall with yourself,

and not some other beast.

© 2015 Anna-Christina Betekhtin, All Rights Reserved.

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