the silence of our longing rings in our ears;
why should the world listen to our loud fears?
we have a love more precious than sweet water,
but the friend’s taste is for the lonely and bitter!
he does not enjoy our eager companionship,
and disappears in an absent relationship.
he is the quintessential passive aggressive:
whatever we do and say is never suggestive!
this pain may be our permanent pleasure:
to settle for trash while yearning for treasure!
our consolation is that remembering his name,
we feel him beside us despite our constant blame.
darvish prefers his beloved in flesh and blood;
and it would be nice, yes- to be understood!