06- unreplied text (117) postwars
I'm the unanswered question
the unreplied text
the lone wolf
the whale
that sings in 52 hertz
I question my being.
Was I the bunny girl
That was hit with puberty syndrome?
did I really send that text?
Did I really say something?
Why does no one reply?
Not even a glance
or gesture
to hint at my existence.
It started with the unseen messages
slowly increasing
with the obvious glances
signalling
“we should leave”
as if I was some
major inconvenience.
Then it progressed,
to blatant silence
and the crowd moved on
just well enough
I blamed the loud wind,
Or the traffic outside,
but I knew they heard
To this day,
I still wonder why.
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