i can't say what it is like
to be another human being
captured in unique thought
i could never attempt to think the
way you do
or imagine what it's been like
to hear what you have
see through your eyes
or live your life
we shared a love
i strolled the museum floors
wondering how you might view
a piece of impressionism
i wondered if the writer
across from me shared any of the same words
i questioned if the philosopher
perched in his armchair
ever debated a similar thought
how did you react when they questioned
your way of life
the way you viewed the world
there must have been
a new dance formed
from the words you used
to tell the world what it was
like to be you
let's take a walk
sit for dinner and just
share a conversation
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