sometimes you can tell
the feeling you get
by the way they say your
name
other times you share the
space for months
and still never know
he talks too much
and wants too much
as if he's selfish or some
shit only wishing for
someone
who will share this thought
any happiness he happens to
feel
told me a story once
about a woman
and her eyes alone say so
much
radiating beauty
warmth welcome
not quite an open book
always things and thoughts
that go unsaid unheard
hidden
another story
feelings that reassure him
of a purpose as he stands
tall
then lies down on the big
green couch
wanting to reach the other
side
none of the four feet
present
reach the floor so no one's
going anywhere
thoughts may be scattered
in more than one place
all at once remembering
the details from a dream
never a face just a feeling
sad and that's all he has to
go on
thought for sure once
even though he never truly
knew
taking that chance
dreaming while awake...
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