I have skinned my world with your face
Everywhere I go, my Glasses show me you
Your beloved gaze haunts me from every cloud
From every swirl of leaves
From every passing whimsy of toaster and parking meter
Every face I see is your face
You're everywhere I am
So how can you say that, just the other day,
I passed you by as if you didn't even exist?
—5/23, 6/7/2014
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Last updated June 7, 2014
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