Author’s note: Thank you, Pete Springer, for the first line as an inspiration. I wish I could have done more–the line held so much promise. But lack of time (a working mother’s curse) lead me to translate it in the most obvious way possible. I will, however, use it again in future for a story.
Disclaimer:
I am not this person,
never was and never can be,
at least I will never admit it.
Even my closest friends
didn’t know the real me.
Curious yet aloof,
old yet new,
loving yet jealous
of all that’s you.
Your dress, looks, admirers,
achievements light a match,
while I smile adoringly,
and call you such a catch!
A locked trunk
buried in the attic
beneath the cieling-high
pile of fond times together–
do you know really know me,
dearest friend,
or me you?
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