Transparent membranes
Like that of bubbles
Making layers
For me to see
My reflections in
So many me
Why am I
The one I hated
Why am I the one I swore on
Why am I learning patterns
From people who have moved on
We are but the actors
Of how we would have been
No more battles to lose now
None left to win
Why is it now
That I can feel
Your breeze
Across my mind?
What is it now
In your innocence
That I am about
To find?
Where is
The kindness
And the love
And passion in the wine?
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