It was like sitting across your own reflection,
yet not seeing what you are looking for.
I could sense the tension,
something I obviously couldn’t ignore,
Not as good as you were at ignoring me
Not even looking my way anymore.
Why does it happen,
ever so often, that your passion isn’t meeting
my emotions?
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At times like these, I question my being there,
would it make a difference? Would you
really care?
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All the while, this going on in my head,
without a glance, without one
word being said.
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