Saturday, March 04, 2006

Just me

What if I was just me--nobody else--just me?
Would you notice?
Would you care?

What if I was just me,
the one sitting by the window,
the one looking at the overcast sky,
and dreaming--drifting, actually,
into a place somewhat new?

The gray concrete would look as drab;
the sheer tedium and boredom of our lives
would still grate against the grain
if I was just me.

And you would still not remember
my name.



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