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An Observation

I am watching you

Watch her

(crying)





you are holding her hand






you are stroking her arm








(you are lost)

she is looking down at the floor







(I am the audience, you are the players)

you asked me if I needed a ride home

(I could have built a home in you)






she is fifteen





she is too young to understand





she is too scared to explore the depth in you






(I crave you more and more)

We are not strangers to each other





(Because we have made eye contact)





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