Who are you?
I see you most nights
Smoking cigarettes,
Crosslegged on hard blue chairs
Silent
Your gaze never lingers long
I follow suit
Because no attention is good attention
Something about your soft curves and fair skin makes me think that your attentions might be.
I wonder what you think as you dismiss me
If anything at all
Do you wonder?
Or do you just slide your eyes across me?
You flick your ashes in the pebbles ‘neath your steel toes
And I walk away
A ghost, never to have truly touched your world
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