I never felt
quite right
in a crowd
surrounded by
nameless faces.

Always feeling
a little strange,
out of place,

like a piece
too jaded to
fit into anybody's
puzzle plans.

But then you put
your hand in mine


and I could
finally breathe again -

As if I had
waited a thousand
lives just for this
sweet moment;

For I come alive,
whenever we
stand close.

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