What Was Left Unspoken
A few times he offered a ride,
seeing me walk down these streets.
“Hello” says the stranger,
(no response)
“How are you?”
(no response)
Sing, sigh, sight.
Look, nothing is…
(no words)
This ten second stare says all.
“I won’t be seeing you again…
keep the faith.”
Walking away I knew all too well.
So, with that comes disappearance &
acknowledgment.
These lights create the ominous
fading as he walks away.
Endless shall they weep…
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