Her


When I enter the brown doors of this noisy
Area, I spot her and the false innocence in her
Eyes. Then as she nonchalantly approaches her
Table I smell all the different aromas of food
Being served. Now her eyes wander off to
Mine. I imagine what it would be like to go
Back to a time where I could speak to her.
I imagine a time where our friendship was
As simple as 1,2,3. Later she asked,
What do you want? I said time. Her time
Specifically, yet to her it might just be too
Much. Just as quickly as leaves can be
Blown away is how quickly she ran. How
Does one erase another like I am a written
Mistake on a piece of paper? I remember
A time where I mattered. I remember
Her.

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