Whispers that don't resonate,
Bellows that don't pound my ears.
That smile that never shines on me.
That frown that never casts its shadow.
That opinion never heard.
All of these held in wheeled means
interacting with me maybe with middle
finger or friendly wave.
They are those who never grace my door
or at my table, the strangers I interact
with and never meet.
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Comments1
This beautiful. Sad yet honest and the sense of loneliness is to truly palpable 🌹
Traffic can be lonely, but good for reflection.
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