Sitting here in an almost silence,
All I hear is
Cars rushing by outside
And the occasional flip of a page.
Once or twice (I think) you sigh.
I’m supposed to be reading history,
But instead I wonder-
Who are you?
I’ve seen you; you’re recognizable.
But your name? No clue.
I regret that- you remind me of one of my
“Hometown buddies”;
You look like a really nice guy.
Why have we never talked?
College is funny like that;
It’s almost like you don’t pick your friends sometimes.
Maybe that’s why there’s so many yous,
Quiet and nameless and unknown in my world.
I don’t blame the school, or the system, or even myself.
That’s just life: you can’t meet ’em all.
Sometimes I forget that.
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