A family photograph in which I look like a lost soul,
or perhaps a soul that just happens to be visiting a familiar body,
as the eye scans a ledger with all its columns filled
but one or two, or a star a lonely field,
while those around me smile,
sure of themselves.
It’s October, love. Now tell me how you feel.
Like you. You know I do. That’s why I smile.
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