Lawrence Hall, HSG
I’m Not Going to Press
Charges
Cf.
Shakespeare, Sonnet 40
I
gave her my love freely; she did not steal
It
only feels that way, for she is gone
She
could not steal that which she was given
And
she could not possibly leave it with me
The
lock is broken, my poor room is rubbished
The
neighbors saw nothing, my dog didn’t bark
The
unseeing eyes of any cameras are dark
Love
has no receipts, no inventory, no insurance
And
so, officers of love, there is no report
Except
that I lost my case in a higher court
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