I think Shakespeare was mistaken when he said parting is such sweet sorrow.
Maybe he meant "parting is such
O woe! O woeful, woeful, woeful day!
Most lamentable day, most woeful day
That ever, ever, I did yet behold!
O day, O day, O day, O hateful day!
Never was seen so black a day as this.
O woeful day, O woeful day!
Two people close to me have each had their love lost and torn apart. On these matters there is little anyone can say or do to lessen the pain. The heart, stung and swollen - like gums full of Novocain -distends and loses sense of itself. There are few things as visceral as its numbing ache.
It's hard to remind ourselves that the orchard walls are high and hard to climb. We know it all too well.
All of us, poor prisoners in our twisted gyves.
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