Challenge
you.
I love the second person point of view because it is so universal: it could be anyone; it could even be ourselves. My challenge for you: write a piece of poetry or prose so ambiguous that the "you" could apply to anyone, everyone, or no one at all.
162 reads
stolen love
like a midnight breeze
that swept in
through my open window,
you were here
and then you were gone
fluttering the windowsill
and my heart
taking with you
a sliver
of my love
and carrying it up
to the moon.
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