It is the pain behind your eyes,
That has caught my attention.
The flicker,
The flash,
The gaze into the lonely distant.
It is the emptiness of the words you speak,
That has made me listen.
The sigh,
The pause,
The hollowness and the lack of rhythm.
Tell me your thoughts,
For I can barely fathom.
A motive,
A reason,
The sadness that greets every question.
Tell me my friend,
What have you become?
For the mirror,
It reflects,
A different person.
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