Poetry Project 2017: Day 196

A room full of you:
full of lightness, casual-movement.
How can I be 
in any other room?
I'm not.
I'm only me
with you.

I'm only the me I like
with you.
And you have no idea,
do you?
A casual acquaintance
who brings that out in me.

I like her,
she feels young.
Not beat down by drudgery.
We like her.

The other me?
I doubt you'd even recognize her -
I barely do.



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