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A while back you shot me down. It wasn’t just an ordinary rejection though. You just sorta stopped talking to me. I’ve yet to figure out why. I’m ok with it now. In fact, it only took about an hour and two Coronas. But, recently I’ve been thinking about how sorry I am for you. I’ve yet to figure out why. Just when you thought you’d forgotten about me, I was there. Sitting, standing, smiling in the recesses of your mind, Flooding your body with a kaleidoscope of emotions. You’ve yet to figure out why. The other day you saw me at The Hub and waved. I didn’t notice, or, perhaps I noticed and didn’t care. But you were left standing, waving at a crowd of strangers. You’ve yet to figure out why. |