Who are you?
Your eyes find mine so easily.
Who are you
to tell me that I'm lost?
I never searched for an answer
to questions I don't ask.
You volunteered an ending
for a road that I looked past.
My years were cardboard cutouts
but the paint was bright and new.
Who are you
to tell me what I knew?
Crystalline reflections in the glass
remind me of the moments we once had,
warped by time, but gripped within the light;
I never knew we had a chance to fight.
Who are you?
You take my hand without a flinch.
Who are you?
I think I know your voice.
Who are you
to rip away the old bandage
before I could decide that I was through?
When it comes to me, to us,
who are you?
About the Creator
Corwynna
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