Everyday I walk the sidewalks of downtown,
and everyday I hide my true feelings.
For every face I pass, I wear a mask.
This task of hiding is one I set for myself instinctively.
Each day rolls by with hiding and
A continuous hollow in me.
That hollow, for the most part, remains at a steady size,
But its when I see his face that the hollow expands.

A friendly smile takes shape on his mouth, so effortlessly.
He says my name as a person would say 'hello'.
His face doesn't show any identifiable emotion.
Its as if I am nothing more than an acquaintance he just met yesterday...

I want to stare, just stare into that beautiful plastered face of his for hours
And search for any shred of remembrance.
Remembrance that he said he cared about me.

Can't he see that the timing of his decisions involving me,
Is absolutely, painfully wrong?
Can't he at least be a friend to me in this time when I need friends?
Can't he just... care about me? Like he said he did...