Unabridged

The year has closed
the small things have given way to even smaller instances of happiness
The glimpse of a surreal delight
that is lost among
my need to please
to appear on other's minds
I am alone,
again

But the blurriness has cleared
I am among my own
The ones within whom
I cannot disappear like a lie
But remain like a breeze

Intriguing you with my endless wit
never retracted or limited
It is me that I give to you
In my whole ,
unabridged manner