The projection I made of you
was so strangely accurate
I saw it wherever you went.
I feared the power of what
I’d largely considered
my very dull mind.
Apologies to the true laborers
of invention. Or I guess
to you. I’m not sure
which is more sad?
The emptiness I found
to fill or the fact
of my doing it.
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Elysia Lucinda Smith is a poet from Indianapolis. You can find her online at elysialucinda.com or in person playing pool in a rusty bar somewhere.