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You, You, You
A Poem
there’s the scatter of you and me,
like a multitude of shooting stars,
because we blaze just as true
no matter what they say about us
you didn’t want to say the words,
and I didn’t blame you — not at all —
because we were the stuff of secrets
shrouded in a locked box promise
there’s the sky of you and me,
like a sea twisted upside down,
because we run just as deep
and just as impenetrable
you didn’t want to label me
as something blue or new or old
since we couldn’t be a happy ending
in some old man’s lost fairy tale
there’s the crossroad of you and me,
no idea whether to go this way or that,
but we bide our time well, don’t we,
away from all those prying eyes?
you didn’t want anything specific —
nothing that could be named easily —
and I let you have your way each time
because it was easier than arguing
