The idea of you

When I see you, across the street

Smiling radiantly, yet gently

Looking toward me, perhaps at me

But maybe at everything, around me.


Should I walk away, glancing back 

Not just at you, but at myself

Painted in insecurities, slowly fading away

And left with possibilities, for another day.


Or should I cross the street, to face the fear

That you say to me, what I want to hear

Not what makes you, you, shared only with me

Talking for a while, only to drift away easily.


And so, vibrant as you are, I stand still

Look across the street, and smile back at you

Recognizing that I may find, less of you in you

Cuz the idea of you, is more than you. 

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