Look at me in this room,
do you see what I've seen?
And yet you know it's there.
She sits in the gloom.
Does she know where I've been?
I reach out and touch her hair.
I pull her in tightly,
feel the quivering of her lips.
All this because she was sad?
I'm not sure,
but I'm sure glad.
I think she knows why.
It doesn't hide in the corner.
like a lie.
The truth is,
it's there.
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