Selfish,

rather than selfless.

My past

emerged

from my haunt

a coffee shop

walking

from a gathering

of my friends.

 

Did I invite

or did she

find me, here?

 

My past,

she

moved like a breeze

on down the street,

passing me

with a simple, “Hello.”

 

My she,

then walked

down the street

out of site,

with no how are’s,

and no goodbye.

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