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| Out of the mists you come Face uncertain, shifting, melding A hundred different outlooks swimming beneath the surface Troubled you come to find me there Almost waiting for you on that clammy park bench You walk into my future I turn my gaze upward, not recognizing the shape Your eyes plead with me I shift over on the seat, allowing you room You sit carefully, delicately Your hands are clasped, the fingers showing no wear A tear hangs from your cheek I hand you a tissue, you smile timidly Brushing the tear away I smile back and raise an eyebrow You shake your head; I�m ok for now I nod and shrug; I�m here if you need it Those little actions that start lives Kindness does go a long way Who knows when you�ll be sitting next you your future Take advantage of the opportunities What is there to fear? |
| You taught me to love with your ever present smile It almost seemed natural to fall for you and your grace But I hid it all away, not wanting to loose you when it might have appeared That was exactly what I wanted to do It was hard to do, leaving the door closed to the person I cared about most In every way It was like living two separate lives, one that wanted to feel The other only wanting to be the best friend I could be I know I strained everything even if it wasn�t a conscious thing But coming out of that other emotional closet has changed everything Even if it seemed to be said a thousand times before in code How empowering it is to be free again, no pieces of deception blurring the view I�ve almost left it behind It�s one of those bittersweet remembrances, better left alone, Even if it kept me alive |