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to be in the city

I remember looking
About three feet to my left
And seeing a beautiful girl.
I think she was European,
But I’m not sure.

It was a crowded train,
And it was late.
I just wanted to get home.
(And maybe catch a smile.)

When all you really want
Is acknowledgment
It’s heartbreaking to be
In the city.

Everyone is no one.
No one is someone.
And someone is gone.

I turned up the corners
Of my lips
As I exited.

She rolled
Her eyes
At me.

I turned
My back
On her.

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