I can see you

although we have

never met


I am in

the words you speak

the tears you cry


I am that bird

that sings near

your window


I am you darling

every scratch on your skin

every prickle of your nerves


I can paint you out

although these brushes

have dulled


Those are my memories

my dreams of you

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