Another Edna St Vincent Millay sonnet...
“Time does not bring relief. You all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!” etc.
As something of an expert at this game,
Allow me to propose a course of action.
First of all, close your eyes and speak his name
And revel in the lack of satisfaction.
Revisit where you went. Let yourself go –
Replay the conversation. Criticise.
See if it makes a difference now you know
Those little inconsistencies were lies.
Get very drunk. Light candles in your room,
Settle yourself cross-legged on the floor.
Imagine where he might be, and with whom;
Then ask yourself what you are weeping for.
Come, share with me the chocolate and the gin
And let us celebrate the mess we’re in.
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