Let us play at fiction, you and I

Let us play at fiction, you and I.

I saw you in our nursery class, and traded

Shiny stones to sit right next to you.

There’s thirteen years between that day and now,

And yet, some things have stayed the same.

Your nose is just as small, you’re just as tall;

Although perhaps not, as you’re fully grown.

Your eyes are almost just the same,

They’re just the same,

They’re just as wide, but now they’re closed

To me.

Where did you go?

I felt I lost you in my pocket, like you opened up

A hole and clambered out, to go be free.

Where did you go?

I couldn’t keep you in my head, you had to

Break away and live beyond me in the open sea.

Where did you go?

I wouldn’t stop myself from loving you, but then

What could I be except a shadow of a greater thing?

Where did you go?

You lie here on an open slab, and yet

My hands are buried in my dreams.

If I could count those shiny stones again,

I’d find just seven traded colours and sheens.

If I could count the times your eyes were open

Wandering around the world, I’d end my days.

There’s thirteen years between that day and now,

Unbroken pleasure until now,

And yet some things have stayed the same,

You’re just the same,

You’re just the same,

Except for now your eyes are closed

To me.

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The painting is called 'Touch'

Painted by u/picpocgallery - http://www.reddit.com/user/picpocgallery