To you, I am a brief moment,
A problem, if not solved, then put aside.
My anguish is interesting to you,
But cannot touch you.
To me, you are hope,
You will say the forgotten words
That will mend the frayed thread
Of my existence.
Trembling, I wait
For what never comes.
How can you say
What you do not know?
I look into a mirror
And close the sides,
And see green reflections,
Endlessly.
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