Sometimes.

Sometimes

When you walk into the room

I want to thrash you

I want to rake my fingernails across your face

My heart beats a little faster

 

Sometimes

In the halls

You brush against me

And in your eyes I see no recognition

No acknowledgement I ever existed

No acknowledgement we ever existed

It's inexplicable,

That I want to hold you again

 

Sometimes

I am not sure if I miss you

I am not sure if I care anymore

 

Sometimes

The grass is not green

And the sky is not blue

The End

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