Tuesday, February 5, 2008

file under: fever dream

You can see me. I know you can.
I know this because I can see you too.
Why don't you say hey you?
I always initiate these things, it seems.

I sit here and wait for it.
I watch you from afar.
Maybe you’re busy,
But our talks are always good,

Even if they’re short.
So I’m sitting here, waiting.
Watching.
I want to say something,.
But everything inside says to hold off

And so I do, because for whatever reason,
It seems right.

Then I watch you close the door behind you.

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