That when given the choice between one and two
I'd rather have a blanket to myself, and would decline
To share it closely with you
So two blankets I will choose then, but darling, I know not why
I feel unsafe unless unloved; alone I'm fair to be.
It is not your company from which, ashamed, I shy-
But any. Be I or you or him or her but never we.
Perhaps it should concern me, for loneliness I'm bound
But happily I will neglect the offer to sit on blankets shared
I am comforted by space not stuff, silence not sound
It is me. not you, who shall be scared.
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