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Playing the Fool

White wooden shutters, 

unfolded, latched, covering

the lower window

Let the sunlight in.

Peering out, I see your face,

But you can't see me.

Though we are so close,

I can hear only the wind.

You knock at the door.

Afraid, now, to speak,

I pretend not to hear you.

"I will hide," I think,

Knowing that if I

open my mouth out will come

many stupid things.

I don't want to feel

the sour, sickening regret

of playing the fool.

I know how to act,

but cannot seem to do it.

Believe me, I've tried

and will again, but

later. I know the mission:

To love and be loved.