And I see you.
And I see you standing there.
And I watch her slip her hand into yours as you squeeze it tight.
Your mind elsewhere.
And I wonder,
Do you ever see me?
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Into the Depths of Despair
Poetry"I sometimes find, and I am sure you know the feeling, that I simply have too many thoughts and memories crammed into my mind. At these times, I use the Pensieve. One simply siphons the excess thoughts from one's mind, pours them into the basin, and...
Watching From The Shadows
And I see you.
And I see you standing there.
And I watch her slip her hand into yours as you squeeze it tight.
Your mind elsewhere.
And I wonder,
Do you ever see me?
