Perhaps the greatest mystery, the final solution, will turn out to be the person.

What a shame that would be considering I’ve spent my entire life

Looking around the edges and over the tops of people,

Trying to see through them and their calculations,

Dismantling them, suggesting their lack of substance,

Only relating to them on a needs-must basis,

When they and their demands become too pressing to ignore.

Perhaps it was only the person.

Just a little kindness and attention to the consistently present other.

A child’s truth.

“Yes, I see you.  Yes, you’re real.  As real as I am.”

Yes, perhaps it will yet be the person,

Someday, maybe my last day, when I’ll let the other,

Be my answer,

My lifeline.


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