People
I know how to say hello, connect, but I don’t know how to stay connected. And I reach out, only to be turned out. You meet me once, evaluate, then move on. It’s the repeat of a disposable song. I’m recycled over and over as the threads hang from my shirt. Sure, you’ll meet me for coffee. I got the autopilot set to my favorite bookstore. Then you announce you overslept as I sit waiting. And when I…
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