Don’t ever believe that I’ve vanished,
Although I’ve never really existed
I’ve just watched your movements
The way you slide your hand through your hair
And tuck it behind your ear
Your voice is faint, almost inaudible
It’s like listening to you underwater;
Your voice never carries.
I like your vulnerability
The way you’re seen but rarely heard
Carrying your bag from class to class
Alone.
I like your silence, I like your loneliness
You are real.
Mysterious ways on mysterious days
Can you see me in the shade?
Not many can but I sense that you do
There is a connection,
Don’t hang up, I’m out of change.
I like your vulnerability
The way you’re seen but rarely heard
I like your fragile continuity,
The way you’re fearless, but ever scared.
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