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COMFORT, Alex


I wonder where the man I was is gone —

I wonder where the man I was is gone —


not here, not dead, not sleeping: somewhere else.


I’ve shed his fears and many of his talents

also his inexperience;


I could not write poems like his today.


And so I love women he did not know,

think thoughts he did not think...


I wonder where the man I was is gone.