i remember how i looked in your eyes
a reflection of the person you thought i was
a glare like glass,
and the sun shining through those clouds.
i remember how i thought you were
an image of a person
standing next to me
the ideal. my ideal, but thats just who i thought you were
its is simplistic really, the strain in my chest
drooping like the branches of a willow tree
a weight invisible to the breeze.
but reaching out with every brush of wind.
i tried to write it down, write you down
i couldnt capture the way your skin smelled
or the slightest smile curled at the corner of your lips
i couldnt snag you in my net
and so you there you are
just a tiny reflection in a sea of glass
or a grain of sand swooped up by the surf,
and sticking in my eyes.
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