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Looked Past
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Hating Him I looked over
Cubicle walls
In hopes that
I would catch
A glimpse of you
[or maybe
That you’d look
For me]
I watched you
Walk all along
The long hallway
Never once
Looking my way
As if you already
Forgot about me.
Your eyes were
Fixed forward
Aimed toward
The future
While I, your past,
Was only a
Regretted mistake.
