a closer view of you
So I no longer write – Sorry,
but it’s because you’re right here,
and what’s so wrong with that?
All along I wrote of you,
though who “you” were I never knew
until my words rang true;
Now all I’ve mind to do
is to just let you be you,
without dire need to narrate
what is seen or felt of anything –
your footsteps are no longer pirouettes,
and I am no longer in your audience.
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David, how are you? Please tell me why you are so secretive? Please? I shall go mad if I don’t know more about who you are? What are you afraid of? At least give me SOMETHING. I want to know about your life, the things you go through, your relationships.
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