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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