Her presence was the hole in my heart.
Her eyes dark like beads, they would ignore me.
she joked cynically to others, shielded her spirit, i was the air around her
If she looked askance, but for a moment she would fill my world.
I wondered if she would look at me when my face was down,
and see me
That was enough for my thoughts,
my head busy on a soft white pillow,
warm, turning my face into another
warm,
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