I meet you noon
In polite exchange
Yet meeting you
was an end to
an alone ness
within
I traced my footsteps
As if
you walked beside me
I curled uncurled fingers
As if
You held them for me
I unthought sad thoughts
As if
You whispered, "Just a small fly"
And yet I meet you
In just
Polite exchange that hangs
In mid air
something meant to be
And yet not.
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