To Be Others

I do not move

like them,

I cannot feel

what my body

wants

and what it

must get;

I am the air 

between their laughter,

the uncomfortable silence

within their goodbyes,

the stabbing sense

of longing

within their chests. 

I do not move

like them,

I do not live

like them;

I am them,

only smaller. 

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