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Missing You, Missing You
A Poem
when i think of you,
i see someone
in shades of gray —
but i never knew you
(not really) —
though i craved every glimpse
i saw through a tattered mirror.
and some may say
it’s something like
addiction to think of you
(like this, like this, like this) —
but i follow your lines
and wonder, just wonder,
what you are behind the mask.
and it’s silly, isn’t it,
to think you’re someone special
in the blink of a moment —
and it’s silly, isn’t it,
to hope you’re someone who
can save me from myself
(when i could never save myself).
but you’re a marvel,
and i like every bit of sense
i hear from your parted lips —
(even though you’re not mine, you’re not mine) —
and i’m standing on a precipice,
wondering what to do,
even as a part of me aches.