You hold such power over me.
Do you know that.
Ha, I hope you don’t. At least, this way its a bit easier for me.
I can just act as though you do it out of ignorance.

You, framed by the window light.
Tungsten is ugly on you, but the true fluorescent, daylight.
That gives you a halo incomparable on this earth.

Are you happy?
I hope so, you deserve it.
Somehow, cosmic justice seems to confirm that you deserve it.

Are you happy now that I am gone and lesser?
Now that I am left without a piece of myself?

The way you smile seems to tell me you are.
But i need to know.
 
That smile, it used to be mine.
I had it patented.
No one else could use it, at least not until 70 years after I passed.
Now that smile is someone else’s.

Probably for the best.
That smile was wasted on me.
I never appreciated it for what it was.

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