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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