I had you in my head yesterday. I could feel you there, wandering around. Picking up the knick-knacks that were strewn about. Casually inspecting them for signs of who I am. Determining what is real and what has been placed there to throw you off course. You discarded items at will. Deciding they couldn’t be indicative of the person you think you know. You couldn’t have been more wrong, but I let you think that you were clever. "How sly of you to recognize those small, glaring untruths! I’m impressed with your sleuthing." my smile seemed to say. If only you knew that what you threw away so easily were the things defined me the most.
And you thought they were there to make you feel sorry for me.