Someone Else

old friend, your presence

has flashed like a camera

quick like a meteor

many times for

paltry fragments of seconds

which in the brain remain

to mark the passage of life

like constellations


a life

like dream


powerlessness is

the nature of love

I think it's useless to complain

but I'm still glad that you

occasionally do


for now I am more convinced

that I am not alone

that in our hearts we treasure most

the thought of someone else

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(the nature of love)

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