fellow feeling

i am foreign to you

my face is the same as before
just with years
striking my cheeks

my eyes still shine
when the sun reflects
against the blue

my hands have started to tremble
carrying the weight
of my old failures

my legs have grown weary
walking away
from homes i deserted

but im sure
in a crowd
you’d miss me

for once


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