Every Night I Feel It. Though It May Not Be Present Before Me, Its Gaze Holds Steady, Lingering In The Distance. Does It Not Speak, Nor Does It Feel The Way Men Do? I Do Not Feel Inclined To Think So. It Seeks To Understand, To Know And Hold, Be As We Are. Only It Never Will, That Much Is Certain. And Just When I Dare To Lift My Own Gaze, Meet Its Eyes–I Am Left With Only A Reflection.
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