not a sonnet

this is the person I was before. I’ll be him again

You have no catch and release. No standard and fall

I am walking wilderness. Waiting for you

Every dream has been your dream

Where you were me and I was me

You’re the artist. You can paint your own face

With a click and a flash I saw it clear

I remember you. You remember me. All love poems are you and I

But I remember us him & him

Author: K L

Just having a human experience like everyone else.

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