What if this is not my scene,
and these are not my people?
What if I am simply-
in the wrong place
at the wrong time.
I am sorry
I never look you in the eyes anymore,
and you must know by now...
I do all I can to hide the fear
that if I don't look up,
if I don't smile and wave,
if I don't speak now,
I will have missed my last chance.
and I will go on forgetting
how dangerous this secret is-
and how lonely I am
keeping these thoughts at bay...
and you will go on forgetting
that I was anything more
than a stranger on the street.
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