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I think I passed you by tonight

On Sunset Boulevard

but I didn’t know you anymore:

nothing gave birth to nothing

and there was no need for us to part,

never meeting.


I pushed by you (and a friend, I guess)

as your eye caught mine, flash

frozen face projected out from my memory,

(uncovering archival images, hidden glances, secrets:

a dutiful errand boy-librarian, my head)

I thought nothing of it as your eye lingered

longer than I would expect,

your features assuming expressions unnamed

as you turned back to your company

and I, to my gait.


we parted.


One glance was all it took to know

you weren’t yourself or, rather,

were never the person I tried to make you out to be