06.28.2021 - Past

Maybe we’ll run into each other

at a gas station.

Late at night.

Just us two and the clerk.

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We’ll be strangers,

who used to be close.

Not anymore though.

It happens more than you think.

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A passing glance.

Awkward eye contact.

Maybe a forced smile.

No words spoken;

we never seemed to know

the right words to tell each other.

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Maybe that’s what led to right now.

Maybe not.

Who knows?

More importantly,

who cares?

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I should’ve paid for your Red Bull.

Here’s to never seeing each other again.