I am always the mouse in your presence,
Sometimes funny, mostly quiet and fearful.
I saw your smoky horizon and now desire to
Distract you from that past with a new addiction:
Me.
Can you see my dark circles? Drawn to show I think of you?
It isn’t love, just sincere like, and a small frame
Huddling close to something warm in winter.
This isn’t enough to justify reciprocation. I know.
It would never, should never, work anyway.
Yet I let my mind go there
When you’re in the room
Or even when you’re away.
Or when I’m away.
Always away
And never together.
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