the Way

Could you find my beginning, my present, my end?
How much do you know if we are no longer friends?
You watch me with knowing eyes,
familiar to who I think I still am
I look back knowing that you still are now- who you were then
No change in those eyes the look that’s been painted flat
You are ignorant that I look at you and my eyes tell me that
I was once affected by the language those eyes spoke
but now I know better
and through it, with you, is how I mastered the letter
i
for like that moment it was not ever about me
you were in your act, going through the motions of who you wanted me to see.

Karen Michelle//.

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