but what i found disheartening
was the moment i saw people
masked and placed apart like that
it felt different
it was different
as if the christmas songs playing
amplified the silence i heard
in the all the noise and clamor
but people were there
it almost felt the same
almost
and yet at the end of the day
i remember the little things
that truly mattered
like the street food we used to eat
and the friends we'd get to meet again
and like how i've missed
looking at myself
in those panes of glass
for there was something with those panes
i cannot explain
that made me adore myself
more than the reflection of me
any mirror could show
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Unmuffled
Poetrya collection of his thoughts, questions, and manifestations on love and all the in-betweens
