Tuesday, August 11, 2009

the Other

the Other

I heard "camera" then saw one in your hand
A little old Minolta with a shiny lens
Even asked you about it, when you said it
Wasn't there I couldn't believe you for a moment.

We all see what we want to see, need what we have to need,
And when there's someone else we see
What we want to see in them.

A little while ago I thought you were my life
Saw stars suspended around you
Air move - just a trick of the light.
Funny what tricks the mind can play with hope,
A small diversion for you, for us both.

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