Recognition dances in your eyes;
Tentatively, I reach out.
You turn away, daring me to follow.
Promising nothing, giving little;
Just enough to test my devotion.
Evasive and afraid,
You ache for hope, dodge trust;
Reason fights with desire, and wins.
Melancholy takes her rightful place;
She is a familiar companion.
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Delila Olsson, Artist & Writer