I turned to find him,
Staring at me.
Seeing through things,
That you can't see.
He saw the emotions and all the whys.
He saw me and my previous ties.
He saw what made me happy,
He saw what made me sad.
He saw what made me scared,
He saw what made me mad.
He scanned through everything I hate,
Like catty girls,
Or excuses for being late.
But when he got to who I love,
All concentration fled him,
Upon seeing who the picture was of.
To the familiar face,
He gave a smile.
My lover had been him,
All the while.
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