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September 11, 2003

Missed chances played in my mind all night.
Seeing him from afar, but his eyes did not
seem to want to turn to meet mine.
Certain that this is why I never bothered.
I felt exposed and vulnerable, a baby
with only the prospects of forgetting.
So, I packed away my things and turned away
left the seat unoccupied, not willing
to know that none of it was real.