A group of writers in Chichester coming together once a month for inspiration, collaboration and sensation
What do you mean when you say you love me?
What do you see, looking at me?
The me that I see is the me within me
But you are not free to look on that me.
So the me that you see is not the real me
Just the me that you think of when thinking of me.
And that cannot be the me inside me
That looks back at you so lovingly.