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Poem
A Note to Curious Readers
This poem reminds me in retrospect of a favorite lyric "Epilogue (Nothing 'Bout Me)" from Sting's "Ten Summoner's Tales" which includes the great couplet "Pick my brains, pick my pockets / Steal my eyeballs and come back for the sockets"
Am I
The one that left you,
Or the ethereal muse?
Or perhaps the girl next door?
Am I
The face in your dreams,
The body that touched you,
The lover you never had?
Because
You are
The unknown.
I don’t know your thoughts,
Don’t live in your mind.
You are
Just you,
As I am myself.
I can’t take the weight
Of a dream.
My shoulders would break,
And you never would get
To know me.
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