A tap on my shoulder, And a wink, From you, When you saw me walking. All I needed, To make sure. Now I know. This isn't normal. And even though I know. I really know you're never there. I still spend the breaks, On the same place Every day. Still hoping, You will pass me in the hallway
I'm writing a small poem every day, about how I feel or the world around me. This is #13