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There are many things I love about this, especially the way it flows and the rhyme scheme, your use of words is lovely. The last three lines are quite thought provoking, I honestly stopped for a moment and reflected on my past and current relationships. I like how you nail the temporary and surface level nature of them. Well done.

Thanks for the feedback, I really appreciate it

really liked this, especially the last two lines - so real! 

Not to be nit-picky, the second part of this line seems forced to me  “I wish for more time, for another taste”.

Then again, maybe it’s just me.

It’s certainly easy to fall into the “main character” trap. It’s almost terrifying, thinking that every faceless driver on the road, every convenience store attendant, all of the 7+ billion people in the world; have an inner life just as complex and elusive as your own. Thank you for your words.

I've only recently started truly appreciating the fact that other people have their own worlds, inner lives and hopes and dreams just like myself That they have depth and fears and secrets and perceptions that they couldn't ever truly expain to another. We are all quite unknowable in most ways and I find the thought very humbling tbh. I have more respect and curiosity towards other now where before used to only be a grandiose sense of being and thinking of anyone else as ncps and bg characters to my life.

I quite like the title and it's nuanced connection to the poem itself. I read it as if it were a reflection of the relationship with ourselves as well as our past relationships with others. It's very interesting how we hardly ever know anyone yet those memories become a permanent mark on our souls.

Your light is lost to the night with a shudder

I knew you as well as you could be known

But who can really know another?





The picture I’ve painted of you In my mind remains

A twinkle of the eye, a toast of champagne





We’ve all lost them before, a brother, or a lover.

A part of them persists, a reflection, a perception.

But who can really know another?





I wish for more time, for another taste

A soul is such a precious thing to waste

But a memory is all I had all along

Your mind was yours alone, like a bird, and it’s song




[1](https://reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/x0i6fw/_/im9dsub/?context=1)


[2](https://reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/x0po2y/_/im9d742/?context=1)

Reflection