February 21, 2012
Setting down on a bench, waiting for my mom
I watch people, different ages, sizes, shapes
Thoughts and questions cross my mind
How do I look through their eyes?
Am I invisible to them?
Are they too caught up in their world to
notice me?
I wonder if their smiles and laughter
are real or fake?
As these questions cross my mind
I realize I feel lonely
I watch frustrated as each car passes,
not the one i’m waiting for
Each minute feels like hours
I wonder If has she forgotten about me
as I think these questions a familiar car parks
The lonely feeling vanishes, replaced by relief
As I open the door I look back and wonder if they notice i’m leaving

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