My Daily Apparition
In the flesh, you're the girl
I once knew: a phantom before my eyes,
independently beautiful.
No matter how hard I try
I can't catch your interest-
I blew it, I'm through.
You're the apparition
I cannot shake from my mind.
Why do I still care?
My days of loving you are over-
I blew it, I'm through
and now completely denied.
I long for any contact: a hello, smile, or even a glare.
Give me a sign.
Another piece of me dies
each time you act as if I don't exist:
nothing but a blank stare.
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