It’s strange how much it means to me -
that simple glance and smile,
the ‘sure, give me a call.’
Does it bother them that I forgot?
The ‘See you Wednesday.’
The having someone to talk to about
nothing dissipates the solitude, sometimes.
L’s acknowledgement, the Ex’s inclusion,
the way PopTart sneaks up
to poke my neck with a thorn he’s found;
I’m existing!
The ‘don’t you have class this hour?’
the fact that they’ve noticed.
The ‘Hang on, I’ll go with you,’
Rolling from lips that aren’t my own.
Calls for me down the hall,
the smiles and waves;
Belonging?
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