Them

You think that you and I
are the same
that somehow a shared moment
means a commonality.
But you mistake my smile
for passivity
my gentle nod as obsequiousness
you will always belong to ‘them’
outside me forever
Marked as other.
Know that I can be as cold as an Irish summer
with a memory as long as our winter.

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