• I’m afraid that someone else will hear me

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    Sometimes I catch myself staring at your eyes,
    or the way your mouth moves when you speak,
    or how you talk with your hands when you’re telling a story,

    And I hope that soon your eyes will meet mine as they do,
    and you’ll smile that contagious smile,
    and maybe our hands will accidentally touch next time I walk next to you.

    But every time I see your eyes,
    hear your voice,
    or feel your warmth,
    I forget his just a little more.

    And when he tells me he misses my eyes,
    my voice,
    and my warmth,

    I feel guilty.

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