Love ain’t enough
No, it ain’t enough
Neither is reason
Nor words of any kind
Nor memories fresh
Nothing calms the soul
Other than a wistful withdrawal
Into one’s own Being
To find therein
An erasure of every longing
Intertwined inextricably
With a non-lonely aloneness.
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Writer & Poet. Holds degrees in Medicine (MBBS) and Economics (MA, The Johns Hopkins University). Certified programmer. An avid reader. Worked in various capacities as a medical writer, copywriter, copyeditor, software programmer, newspaper columnist, and content writer. Philosophical in outlook.
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