My heart is taking its rightful time to open
With the right amount of light I've been reaching for these days
Since the day I thought it was faulty
My mind has had no trouble letting you in
You looked at the proof printed out in front of you
Carefully studied the zigzagging lines like they were the world's shortest biography
And you said it was perfect
I had no idea
I was in pain, answering more of your questions
When your eyes reflected my worry with genuine concern that I can't remember seeing in eyes more familiar to me
I've wondered if that look was actually a collection of stories that made your own heart heavy over time, and I just happened to be a part of your newest one
If it came from a deeper understanding that not many people know about,
Or if it was as simple as empathy
Mirror neurons doing their jobs combined with good bedside manner
I might never know for sure
I guess it isn't fair
When it's someone's job to care
And when I've been known to project what I like to see
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