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Just a poem I wrote last night, about the experience and the process and the wonder that goes into getting to know a new friend.

To you, I am

An open, unread book

Whose pages you leaf through

In quiet moments

Noticing plot lines,

And committing certain passages to memory

To me, you are

And earnest, avid reader

And I worry

About what you may think

And what you may learn

And what you finally decide

Together

We are two parts of the same story

An ongoing time-line

Of a work in progress,

As yet untitled.