Posted in Life, Prose, Relationships

The You, You Are

The you, you are
is the you, I see

What you were before this moment,

is unknown. Like untested waters, cold and dark.


The you, you’ve told me about

is another person, past memories, past loves

Water under the bridge,

passed on by,


The you, I know today

is a person of great charm,

witty and intelligent,

clever and in many ways, my equal


Equal thoughts, dreaming of such

of this and of that,

of life and of love,

of faraway places,

where foreign tongues are spoken,


The you today, cannot convince me

of the you, you were,

Call me blind, or ignorant, but

I choose the people, I want to be with


….Like you…



Just an American lost in Denmark. The past few weeks being back in the good old USA. It is like Aliens have taken over my mind, changing it from what I knew to what I know. It might be the heat, or it might be the influence of hearing English 24 hours a day, but whatever the cause, it is only temporary while dealing with this time and space.

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