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I stepped outside myself today
outside looking in
The other me was quivering,
gelatin for skin.
I took her hand and squeezed-she seemed smaller,
younger.
She talked too much about things
noone cared to hear.
I watched her jokes fall flat.
She gazed at me timidly,
embarrassed and ashamed.
But the real me smiled tenderly and squeezed her
hand more tightly.
She asked why I don't leave her-take my logic
and rational thought and head into big world.
And I shook my head most gently.
Ah, the misunderstood so often misunderstand.
I cannot be without her. Her pain shaped my thoughts.
Her wavering emotions-ever-changing -
are life itself to me. Making her happy-
impossible deed!
The quest will be my downfall.
And I gazed into her eyes and stepped back
into me.
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