You're sitting right in front of me.
I don't know if you can see what I see:
this is the best anything can be.
No words. Not a sound.
Yet I know you're here, with me.
I try not to sneak obvious glances,
for fear you'll see it through.
I really am happy for you,
really.
But somehow,
the separation got me blue.
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