VI

What kills love?

Only this, neglect.
Not to see when you stand before me,
Not to think of you in simplicity,
Yet so diverse and explicitly complex.

to choose you out of habit,

And not desire.

to say your name without hearing it,
And to assume you are mine,
When I can never be yours.

My fourth sin,

Derelicting ourselves,
Neglect and disregard.
One of the most heartbreaking to all--