Did my greeting not warrant a response,
Am I not loved, am I not respected,
I feel my face turn into hot air,
Not seen, just there.
Just there, walking through a crowd,
We have spoken many times,
It would be rude for me to ignore you,
"Hello" "How are you?" "Hi"
Maybe I would ignore myself too,
Maybe I am a grumpy weak pile of over-analytic bones.
Maybe I am too eager to avoid the inevitable loneliness.
Maybe I just didn't say hello loud enough.
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