Survive: Collected Poems

To An Ex-Friend

You say I'm selfish for wanting you back. For saying I slept better when you were here. What about your selfishness? All those poems about the centuries of selfish desires cramped in your veins. They were okay, of course. And though I doubted this, I never said a thing. Because sometimes we have to let people be selfish. We have to let them want for themselves because they've endured so many years of things being robbed of them. I was willing to let you be a little selfish. It's telling that you could never do the same for me.