I wonder what could have come between us
Other than nights and days and endless hours of me
staring at screens
And thinking
And the late night fantasies
Of being a human
With the capability to love
I see your outline among the shards of memories in the junk
drawer of my mind,
A storage locker for repressed desires,
And I imagine you searching for my profile too
In the cobwebbed corners under your bed
When the streetlights sprinkled their fluorescent serum
over your face
I caught the smile you threw me
Out in left field
One in a million odds
No one saw it coming
Especially me
And when months passed and hours faded colors
And tears dried like watercolors on my cheeks
You still existed
How strange to exist apart from interaction and
recollection
I think of you and wonder
If maybe you think of me too
Or if all you see
Is the faint dust of a love
Too fleeting to be called a friend
Ah.
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