Kind Eyes

Always searching for
kind eyes to see me.
Dreaming the same
could be different,
to not disappoint.

Mostly vaguely,
there and not,
of little consequence,
trying hard to
hold back the tide.

On the first day of
the rest of my life
I woke up on
the wrong side
of the bed.

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