there is a yearnful parting
that never came to be
we search for it without notice
whether or not an illusion
never knowing if each met
will ever be the ONE
as understudys eager to be betrayed as us.
two strangers never encountered
convinced they will know:
innately, irrevocably
and as they contemplate thus
seemingly guaranteed in deed
each pass the other
remaining one less unknown.
i know that look!
i know every word that is unspoken,
that lies within that look.
[why do so many share the same?]
that little jump, that little crinkled brow,
the little voice that inside echoes: ‘why are you this way?’
i know those words!
i see every word before it is spoken,
it lies within your mind
and spills forth from confidence assured,
[why do so many share the same?]
that little quirky smile, that little tingling fear,
the casual-sounding voice stammers: “you’re not like the others”
i know that very thought!
i hear it before it is even formed,
it lies within your questioning soul
and struggles to come forth,
[why do so many share the same?]
that little contemplation, that little preoccupation,
the little wonder that catches you by surprise: “why do you not belong?”
yes but none ever voice nor think nor see…
that i cannot help,
but be me.
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