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When lying in wait for someone thats not going to show up..

Tyretracks in the mud,

Wet and deformed,

Black fly on my sheet,

Ant as listless as i feel.

Would I see you all, if I had better things to look at?

 

Dampened sunlight,

Painting the ground beneath my feet,

Lush green locks swaying in the breeze,

The breeze that blinds me now.

Would I notice you, had my eyes their target now?

 

Faces get closer,

And then they move further away,

I scan them all but they're not yours.

I lose hope and my eyes fall to the ground once more.

Would it matter, had I never known you?