By Jack Joseph Smith
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AI Interpretation
A brief address to an uncertain beloved where abandonment and lack of love are answered by the insistence that the connection still matters.
The poem's plainness is part of its pressure: it names uncertainty, absence, wounded waiting, and the feeling of being left behind, then answers with a small communal hope that the speaker and addressee still shine.
'A song' is eight spare lines of wounded address: 'Clear like I take you to be be,' 'Unsure is probably the way you are,' 'Gone is the address of this song.' Out of waiting and hurt ('Waited and wounded we find') it turns the loveless into the ones who lose - 'Those without love, don't need us enough' - and registers the sting of being left: 'to think they think / There leaving us behind.' The last line answers with a fragile, shared hope: 'New were all, sugest we shine.' Source phrasings 'to be be,' 'There leaving,' and 'sugest' are preserved.