For some time now,
I have been aware of you in the shadows.
I was too busy then to pay attention.
I am ready now.
Come sit with me by the water.
Tell me your story.
Don’t leave anything out;
I want to know it all.
Show me what you see.
Give me a taste of what you eat.
Play for me the sounds you hear.
Take my hand and let me touch everything.
Waft the scents my way.
Say what you said, what he said, what they said.
I want to know every word.
Give me the jargon, the slang, the poetry.
Share your feelings.
Do you love?
Do you fear?
Are you hopeful or despondent?
Where does your anger lie?
Why do you hate?
Let me experience it with you.
Give me a tour of your home.
Show me the sights in your town.
Take me for a drive in your car.
Let me peek inside your closet, your medicine cabinet, your refrigerator.
Show me your books, your bills, the tools of your trade.
I want to be you.
I must be you.
I can write your story.
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