Cherished The Compliment

I used to think that people I love would be
as interested in me as I was in them until
realizing my interest in him only concerned
mutual ideas, never intending to know
everything

He never cared whether I was swimming or
doing aerobics, his interest primitive, mine
esoteric, both self-centered in the extreme
the only factor that made it work was his
discernment

I could tell him so many things because he
opened up and explained those things I
suspected, preparing me to be wary of
so many things afterwards, reading
the signs

Knowing the meaning of specific gestures, I
loved his honesty and reciprocated by being
honest in return, he shared his soul with me
I cherished the compliment – I shared my
soul with him

And he knew it...

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I did not attend his funeral – I never attend
such events, it goes against my principles,
for my own I would prefer drunken revelry...