Something is missing
even though it is there,
great sadness smoothed
over with a smile;
a woman touches-up her
face whilst
her boyfriend wishes he
was single.
Apparently, he knows
that she knows
but do they know that I
know?
It is all just so
inexplicably tragic
like watching a
stinging nettle wilt.
Nothing is supposed to
be felt and yet
everthing comes to
mind, for a moment
inappropriate to most
but pefectly timed
for those who are alone
even when together.
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