Just like a stranger who knows not her name,
you pass her by without a second glance
Your eyes do not meet hers like they used to
your gaze go astray with every given chance.
Just like a nomad who carelessly roams from place to place,
you go on with your routine without a care in the world
Yet, you know not of the secret glances she throws
and the painful longing in her heart she holds
So you sit silently in your little corner of the room,
thoughtlessly doing your own thing
On the other end, she hums an old, familiar song
while her heart dies with every sting.
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