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Tired of Those We Miss: a Poem
Like waiting in a lineup to get some attention
sometimes we wonder how visible we are
with all relationships as in a spell of tension
and all last words as if left with a scar.
Spouses and kids and co-workers and friends
in a strange conspiracy to leave us out of game
with weird messages their acting sends
each one resembling some kind of a blame.
As if in a popularity contest our rating went down
while no one is openly saying why
and busloads of known faces just left town
with even strangers looking away while passing by.
Then suddenly we realize it's not them but us
avoiding everyone, in a need for some space
our life feeling crowded with too much to discuss
and now with this burning need to forget every face.
Not receiving attention always feels so weird
even when we don't want to get any at all
and even when we got enough of being pushed and steered
we miss those same people's presence and telephone call.