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It is difficult to see past someone when they are all that you can see,
The mind's eye won't let them drop even though they are one pin prick
in the sea.

I paint a picture of your outline which sits behind my eyes
Even though all I want to do is sit down beneath new skies.

But I sit and paint your dark skin dark eyes and dark hair;
A life so removed from my own it's unfair.

I struggle to see where I'm supposed to be
I guess that no one knows to a certain degree.

© Sam Cunningham, November 2009