you see yourself in me sometimes
and try to pull you out
or just admire your unsapphire
eyes and pensive pout.
you're looking back (or is that me?)
into your elswhere stare
you never linger long enough
to notice we are there.
you preen and primp and agonize
eyes locked on the clock
perched just above; it dulls your love
with each seductive tock.
the passing moments amount to more
than we could ever be
so off you stray and here we stay,
absent-you and me.
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Well written article.
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