Likeness II
But I just can’t get used to him
The way he looks at me with
Pity in his eyes
Like I'm a mess
But I’m not embarrassed.
Sometimes when I’m out
In the world I’ll catch
A glimpse of him
In a dark window
Or a looking glass
Above the tavern sink
And pretend I don’t see him
Even though our eyes
Have clearly met.
8/22/26
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