The loss of you was cliché,
Something that happens daily
to Other People
so writing about it
would be redundant;
Thousands of Me's
have described their You's
clearer than I ever could.
I see you sometimes
in their windows of words
and it makes me feel
transparent
and makes the broken Us
feel like less.
My solitude is a bowl of water
Motionless, fragility hanging
on a single breath
and all the eyes watching
are magnified
by the curvature of curiosity.
Sometimes I feel unfinished,
but perhaps my outlines
were never meant to be colored in.
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Submission Name: Glass Fish
