(Written September 23, 2007, at age 20.)
across empty rooms
you sit
indifferent
to my faceless expressions.
engrossed
in a world
so much your own.
i am a stranger.
across empty rooms
you (don't) speak
to me
through the clattering of your keyboard.
your conversation
with someone else.
i am an outsider.
across empty rooms
i pretend
to be just as unaware.
across empty rooms
i try
not to wish
(for more).
across empty rooms
i fear
the echo of my pounding heart will be heard.
somehow,
across empty rooms
i want you to want me more.
my eyes fill with more than they see,
somehow,
across empty rooms.
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