Monday, June 27, 2011


I saw what you did tonight:
you walked 'round the other way.
I'm sitting in the same place tonight
and you had to see my face.

I saw what you did earlier,
you saw me sitting here;
I didn't glance earlier
and you still walked so near.

I know you're seeing me,
and I'm not trying to haunt.
this too is my city,
but it's not something I flaunt.

maybe, one of these days,
you'll come say hello;
maybe, some day,
you'll let me know;

maybe, one day,
her friends will stop their hate;
maybe, some day,
but I won't sit here and wait.

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