Mama was always saying I was a brain snob, that I didn't like people who didn't think. I didn't know if that was snobby. Who wanted to walk around explaining everything to people all the time?
That's what writing is. It's moving past your fear.
Keep on doing what you're doing.
You can't always be pushing people away. Someday nobody'll come back.
You're a part of me...You're in my heart. Forever and always, all right? —D
As a poet who has the tools for interpreting the poem differently, you can begin to deconstruct it. But the human being who's like, "I know about conversation, I know about language, I know about hard times," will approach the poem differently.