Valediction

I like your absence

of good sense. I sense

your telling yourself

you can smooth over

what you have made

difficult on others. You love

your skill. I hear you 

trill what you think

will advance you beyond

concentration. Nothing to do

with the person 

hearing you. 

Once I believed you felt

as I felt and now do not

feel. I don't 

miss that. I don't miss 

the energy it takes

to look down on

anyone and presume

a font of wisdom 

in yourself. Now I don't

release those intimate

details. Know the danger

of purported brains.

They cease working

just as you have come

to a halt. Unkindly

kindling a past

I do not enjoy nor am I

happy or unhappy 

for you. I treasure

a better solitude.