Parting is...

by Josh Atkins

I turned around once after our goodbyes to watch you walk away,
     (even after I promised myself I wouldn't.)
I'm taking it better than I thought, I haven't cried once,
     (even though I know I can and maybe should.)
Don't get me wrong, I have been thinking about it,
     (maybe more than I should.)
Does love (or the ability to love) make us better than (mere) animals?
Does our capability of self-inflicted mental anguish prove our superiorty
     (or show us how much worse off we are?)
I hear that without pain we would know no joy. (There are times
     when I would gladly sacrifice the one to not know the other.)
     (This is one.)

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