I ran into a friend and
We talked about this and that
And while we talked, you came up.
As soon as that did, I tossed you
Aside and went on - the weather
Was nice and the talk was pleasant.
I've seen you pass me by, and
I know you never even noticed me.
As the memory has all gone out,
And you've crawled on to your life.
Hollow inside and hollow out.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
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