【Written by Christopher Chiasera】

You are not me.
You have your own bones
And own voice
And own brain.
We are not each other;
You are not hard.
You are not brittle;
You will not
Crumble
Under the weight that
Burdens my shoulders;
I cannot expect you to
Shoulder my burdens.
Much as the
Freshly-fallen snow
Coats the earth
With the frostbitten kisses
Of chapped lips,
We are pulled together
But doomed to fall apart
(I will melt someday).
You are not me,
But sometimes I think if I just
Cracked the hazelnuts
In your eyes
And could see beneath their beaten shells,
I would catch a fleeting glimpse
Of my own reflection.