A poem

I cannot be too near. The closer I am, the more I disappear. I disappear when you speak. When you close your eyes. At the slightest touch. Even when you think of me. And so i maintain a discreet distance. That way, I do not become you. And I can love you as I am. The one who did not go missing.

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