Monday, September 10, 2007

I Get This From My Mother

I seem to have an innate ability to assess ones character
Even whiffs of impressions
A recollection of pretension
A strange mist of attachment
It's there and gone like shadows in the corners of your eyes
But I see it
And in the cases of the aformentioned
The response is an arms length
I will love you, but from over here.

On the other hand, I also see the deep swirlings of kindness within some
The broodings of ambition
Or burning of contentment
Like a flicker in a flame, it may pass over their face for only a moment or two
But I've spotted it! I catch it, I hold it tight
I will love you a little closer this time

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