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November 18, 2010

Leaves swirl around

on the road as I drive carelessly through piles,

slippery and dangerous,

but I’m in a hurry –

I have things to do, very busy you know,

as moments turn to minutes that melt into hours

and days until

this lifetime built of meaningless moments

is all there is.

And thoughts swirl around in my head

as snippets of songs and

lines from plays

and things this person said

or that person didn’t say

get stuck on repeat

and in the swirling swirling

of thoughts and leaves and wants and needs

I find myself lost

hiding

like I have before,

only this time I fear you won’t miss me,

you won’t come to find me,

that in trying to be indispensable to you

without demanding that you acknowledge it

I have made myself

invisible,

and in the swirling of thoughts and leaves and wants and needs

you have forgotten.

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