The time I have
is not the same
as the time you have.


We wear our hours


The thoughts  I have
are not the thoughts
you entertain
though they may be


My hopes and concerns
are my own
and even if I share them
it is I who wears them.


Though  you may be
privy to my secrets
you are not the owner
even if you’re very good
at  empathy.


Love may help you
but only to a point.


There are certain places
you cannot enter
even if  you’re summoned.


Though poetry invites you
to listen to a poet’s heart
that, too, has its limitations
even if you gather innuendoes well.


You may open a door and enter
but you  won’t be allowed
to visit  every room.

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