Poem About Being Nothing To Someone We Love

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All I Know

Published: February 2016

All I know is this:
You are the dust fallen from the stars,
and the freckles on my shoulders;
you are every one of my millions of nerves
and the swirls etched onto the tips of my fingers.
I am nothing to you except
the dust in your eyes and the green
on your shoes,
and I don't know how that could be.