I got excited as she reached for the vines

I thought

Someone like me who touches the nature

Then flinched as she ripped several leaves off

Not like me

Then at the crosswalk she turned to me

Is that Cinnamoroll?

My crochet buddy

Yes, it is

And we chatted about our love for Sanrio for a moment

But a moment

My life is filled with these moments

But it’s never anything but

Endlessly meeting and parting

It just repeats like a skip on the CD of my life

Sounds a little different each time it’s just a moment in time

And I’ve waited

And bothered

And fumed

And fawned

How am I to believe

In our meeting

When they always walk away

I always say have a good day

Take care

I want to be someone worthy of hello.

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