It's me
Coming this way again
Your way
In my polished face
Of sheer happiness and hope
In the rush hour traffic
Of pedestrians
Your shoulder brushes mine
For a moment, the world pause
And you just stand, you stare
My eyes meet your glazed eyes
You leaf through your mental notesI wonder if I spark a thing
Or hit a familiar chord
Remember me?
The answer is writtenOn your face of indifference,
You don't...
But I'm still me
Yours trully,
Nondescript.
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