Picture
May 13, 1999
Your eyes, they’re so curious,
so like a child’s,
so wide and full of wonder.
I think I know.
It’s the fact that you are you.
You have nothing to do with me.
You don’t know me,
nor I you,
and that’s what it is.
What it must be.
So now it’s like a comfort.
It’s like a picture.
You can’t hurt me, nor I you,
but you are still here.
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