I was just
a tiny ball of light.
No, more like
a bare spot,
noticed by,
of course,
no The One.
Then you came
by yourself,
without blinding you,
I mean,
took the colours out
of this light
and put them in a frame.
You hung the picture
on a wall
behind, I suppose,
a protective glass.
Would you, please,
from time to time
stop and watch me
for a while,
so I can have at least
your reflected light,
if I can't have
your colours.
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