There was a time when I could sense your mood, read your thoughts by the bend of your neck or the way you held your pen. Touch you and your living pulse excited something in me. I knew you. I never doubted you. Your dreams held my hopes and all was right with the world.
What happened? There are no more dreams and my hopes are dashed. I can't see you anymore. Your face is hidden in shadow. Who are you? I whisper in the dark hours alone, haunting mirrors for a glimpse. Hoping for a clue.
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