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The Mime

I think sometimes we take for granted the people that love us unconditionally. Love is a complicated concept. Sometimes we find ourselves in situations where we love someone we shouldn't when there's someone waiting patiently on the sidelines just waiting to be noticed for all their acts of kindness and courting. This next poem is about noticing that other person--the one who shouts "pick me!" and the one who sweeps up the mess made by another lover. You keep quiet Watching me struggle daily Your hands do all of the talking There's a silent war going on between us But you let me win because you're afraid of What you'll lose How do you manage to stay so patient? How do you mimic a doctor and treat me When I am so ill? How do you create an invisible box to Protect me, shelter me, keep me? The life of a mime is lonely, you say Watching me love another when you scream With your eyes to choose you I know if love destroys me a...

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