Whenever I read a poem which mentions a 'you'
I read it twice
Once for the poet, to hear them out
The second to build a picture of the you
In my head
A 'you' I'm only seeing through a pair of ink-filled eyes
A 'you' that's crafted by just an emotion or at most two
A 'you' that's deliberately stripped of details
A 'you' draped in the most exquisite fabric of anonymity
A 'you' that may not be bothered by the pressure of existence
A 'you' that's probably just me
This is a question I've often pondered, too. Love the many possibilities you explored here.
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