across the room
looking at me,
I can't help but see you in my dreams.
If life could be
only what we make of it
rather than what is provided for us
I would wish to talk to you
a minute to figure out my trust
I would ask you your name
and other proper things
so the world is not enamoured
by our meeting thus
but as it is not to be.
I must be content to watch you there,
looking at me,
but if only I could show you,
I wish...
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