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Poetry Rx: I Loved My Friend

In our column Poetry Rx, readers write in with a specific emotion and our resident poets—Sarah Kay, Kaveh Akbar, and Claire Schwartz—take turns prescribing the perfect poems to match. This week, Claire Schwartz is on the line.

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Dear Poets,

What do you do when the person you thought would be your best friend forever and ever and ever no longer feels the same way? Or perhaps never even did? Is it just time to move on? What do you when you’ve promised yourself, and her, that you would love her forever and ever, no matter what? Was that a ridiculous promise? 

Thank you,
Lost

Dear Lost,

I’m sorry that you’re experiencing this heartbreak. It is both an exquisiteness and a challenge

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