as i look out the window
at dark shapes flying by,
you use it to fix your hair.
how different we are.
as i get lost in the gloom beyond
you study a perfum ad
in a magazine.
how different we are.
as i sit here alone with my thoughts,
you take a sip
of your bottled water.
how different we are.
as this train sweeps me away
you're taken too
from home to school.
how similar we are.
10 Years Post-Op
4 years ago
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