Zywa
Close
In the daily dull
familiarity of each other's
presence lies the satisfaction
of caring for each other
touched and seen
intimately close
to the soft facts
which I do not wish to cover
with the frills of words
and borrowed images
Even if I want to describe it
there are limits to what I write
and will others be limited
to our attitude, our glances
the tone of our words
and the best attention we give
Hardly anyone knows us
We are unknown
like almost all people
all ordinary people
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