#354-You
20/07/2018
Today I look at you.
No one else.
Life seems hazy,
But I only have eyes for you:
Freckles,
Hair in disarray,
Standing there,
Silent.
I know there are others.
My eyes see.
My mouth speaks.
Old patterns click.
But I can’t feel.
Not them.
Not today.
Just you.
My compass.
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