Constraints

I have to be a perfect person, 
pose my words with precision, 
cause no dismay to the unexpected, 
keep my countenance clear.

I have to have
no emotion,
allow no subterranean commotion
to burst into the air -

be prepared to pack my feeling,
pretend not to care.
I must never plan on my return
to expect you here for me.    

The only way to keep you
is to give you away.

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