It meant more to me, Than it
meant to you.
A few times a week, You seemed
so true.
I walk past you often, Watch you as you go.
Has anyone wondered, we don’t
say hello.
I catch you looking at me with
a cheeky smile,
Don’t know what you’re
thinking, you play like a child.
We look away quickly so no one
will know,
Hoping no one has noticed we
don’t say hello.
My only exception to the one
major rule,
Not knowing what to think,
always feeling a fool.
A welcome distraction from
what I know,
And nobody’s questioning why
we don’t say hello.
Our time was done before it
began,
And You always had me in the
palm of your hand.
No more looking or touching it’s
time for you to know,
I never understood why you
didn’t say hello.
But I’ll think of you fondly
in years to come,
Your piercing blue eyes,
Your cheeky nice bum.
I’ll stop looking so down, my
feelings I don’t show,
I think someone has noticed we
never did say hello.
Moved on, long gone, your
ghost hangs around,
I see you in different places
all around town.
Never to see you again, flown
away like the crow,
Can’t say goodbye when we
never even said hello.
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