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Jan 2016
It used to be
when we were in a crowded room
our eyes would lock
and smiles would creep up our faces
just knowing the other was there
brought so much joy

But this time was different
you hardly glanced at me
our eyes only meeting for a second
before you turned away
no smile
not even the slightest lift
in the corners of your mouth

I can't figure out
if you wont look at me
because you don't love me
or because you still do


The only thing I know is that
it took every ounce of strength I had
not to break down in tears
the moment I left that room
Why do things have to be this way?
Wanderer
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Wanderer  Missouri, USA
(Missouri, USA)   
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