An ignoring. Perhaps somebody was not even aware of the ignored.
The pain of expectation.
The pain of hope.
The pain of wanting to belong.
Forgetting that you don't matter to somebody beyond a polite nod and a formal query.
And yet nothing stops you from holding to a memory in a newspaper blurb.
As if my life mattered, as if expectation was not painful.
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