Sometimes I really want to write
A list
Of all the things I learned
From you 
Because that's all that 
to me,
really matters, 
Anyhow
I worry that
those that really know you 
may say that those aren't you
and that maybe you too
will fail to see
Where in yourself those lessons
began
And question
Whether they were you you
Or some internal
 astral projection.
it's no matter.
I value this reality,
mine,
All the same
And maybe thats the biggest thing
Or maybe just the smallest
That would be
On the list.
Alongside stopping to
Let the photographer have
His moment 
without me
And alongside
how objective truth
 is universally 
Momentary.
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