Wednesday, May 4
in the shadows
you brushed past me
again.
strangely enough,
sometimes it seems as if we could almost
stop and talk as if
we knew each other
and yet
we continue walking
past each other, the formidable silence
a barrier too great for me to cross.
am i nothing but
a shadow to you? a girl
with a sad countenance and dark skin
whose eyes constantly seek yours.
i look past them
at you -
strolling past, your voice lingering; too cool to care,
i watch you beneath lowered lashes.
your chatter reminds me
of my own.
narcissm? -
you glance my way
but i guess
it must be a figment of my
overreactive imagination
'cos you never looked at me
before.
it can't happen.
not now.
not
ever.
yours truly
10:33 PM
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