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Look, the leaves
i missed you
the second i turned my back
wondered if you'd go about your day
like i hadn't been there
at all
your car speeds up
my heart too
i know that when i step out
this may be it
i could stand
talk about nothing but
"What?" and "Nothing"
all night
until we both admit
we don't want to be there
and we'd rather
be somewhere that is not
hands over mouths
hushed voices
confused faces
pointing fingers
judging
things they don't know
um. who?