I No Longer Stare

I used to sit behind you

You had pretty hair

Still do I suppose

At which I used to stare

There was nothing else to do

But I stare no more

Actually I do...

But not at you.

I stare into space

Space you no longer fill

Empty space filled with

Filled with not you

I stare at the tables and the chairs,

Some people, a window

Yes, a window, I stare out

Not at that soft, silky hair

I don't even notice you anymore

I look out the window

I no longer sit behind you

I sit far away actually

On the other side

At the back

The chairs, the people, the tables

They're what I see

Separating where I used to sit

Behind you, staring at your hair

I no longer stare...

Well, I do

But not at you

Out the window

I can barely see you

Sitting in the front

I sit in my own space

Which I chose

At the back

Away

Alone

I don't even remember you.

I stare away

Alone.

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I have a lot of boring meetings. This one needs a lot of work.

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