More than what is seen
Skin and soul in between
Memories and mistakes
Close calls and heartbreaks
More than particles of dust
Floating aimlessly
Our substance
Deeper than our surface
More than a mannequin
Draped just to display
In our windows
As people whisper inuendos
Of value more than money can buy
Or a facsimile, wherein we lie.

© Bard_poet77