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who am i kidding?
i felt bad about how
you looked at me tonight.
'was cold. like you never knew me.
i was really hurt.
'wish i could curse, but
that's uncalled for.
everything is. even this.
WEDNESDAY.

when i walked into the shop
i wasn't expecting you to be there.
but there you were.
working there, again.
at that place where
i first met your squinty eyes.
there where i succombed to our feeling.
but things changed.
seeing you there made it even worse.
WEDNESDAY.

While i whisked my heart's fill of thinking,
i heard your voice in the background.
such asweet voice
humming in my ears.
i was distracted for fleeting moments;
but i had to write.
i had to write about you.
about me.
silly of me to have let you go.
but i never let go of the feeling.
never have.
looks like i never will.
and i'm not fretting about it.
because i have chosen to hold on
to the feeling that used to be us.
WEDNESDAY.

that look in your eyes
when i bade goodbye.
it pierced me dearly.
i was merely a visitor at the shop
now.