Stealing a Glance

What cost, your gaze?
You steal my likeness from me, make it yours
All those hours, all those years
I’ve thought and shaped
And chosen and acted
And not acted
To become me
And you glance at me
So easily
So lightly
Stealing my image away into yourself
Beyond my reach
And you walk away
And you think you know
But you do not know
And you cannot know
And I would tear out your eyes
And take it back
If I could

~A. Scott White

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