You Don't See

By A.N. Flores

You stand there and point;
You're always good at that.
You see holes in the star filled sky.
You see sand in the clear blue sea.

You sit back and shout;
You're honest in that.
You see spots in the sparkling glass.
You see dirt in the middle of clean.

You go away and come back;
You're impulsive like that.
You see dreams you're unable to chase.
You see me holding back those dreams.

I stay here and wait;
I'm dependable like that.
You don't see my aching heart.
You don't see the hurt in me.

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