A transition in which you refuse
Is happening so fast
It is unrecognizable
By the naked eye.

Sometimes, I look at you
And realize a pain
In which I feel myself.
I thought no one felt the same.

Maybe I am trying too hard
To find someone who understands.
Possibly I am undeniably
Confused by you and your words.

Perhaps, I am simply
Annoying the fact
That I may reamin here
Alone and cold to the touch.

But, hopefully
You will find me
As I found you.
And we will finally be free.
 
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