The Silent Watcher

 

I sit

sighing deeply

quaking inside

tear ducts filled

to overflowing

fighting not to cry

when all I want

is to give in

to the pain

and

cry

cry

cry.

 

I cannot sit still

knowing you

are there

somewhere in the crowd

maybe watching me

hoping

you're watching

shaking

because you might be

When in reality

you've forgotten me.

 

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