Grief, I felt that, yes,
Loss, shaking, and other things-
But it was not all you.
Funny that you should not know,
But death and stress, and life,
As always, these held me down-
Fear of the future,
And other things,
And if it seemed I was alone, I was-
But better that than to be
Disbelieved to my face.
Better to watch you doubting me,
From somewhere further off,
Than have you in my face
Telling me what to believe.
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