39: Sing how in absence our thoughts on love prove only hints of torment. Separation seemed brilliant manners far back, before now. The thought of that now is oblique, divided but pointedly, singly alive.
One difference, then, sing that you are the better part of me that changes — I’ll praise you at the gate praising him.

Even divided we’re the same. We live to entertain the time with thoughts of love. And even for this it’s still separation. I dream w/ you.. as you sing.