You always wonder what they are saying

once you’ve walked away.

In that second the sound-waves can still reach

your eardrums, you can hear them exclaim,

and you’re not sure if it is good, or bad,

but it’s something, and it’s in direct relation

to you.

If only you could linger a moment longer,

pretend to be a fly upon

a wall of invisible glass

so you can hear those secret words

that are spoken once you’ve passed.

But instead, you must walk,

walk on, pondering the answer to an equation

that may not be about you

at all.

The End

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