Rushed and dazed

I play with my hands
I procrastinate
I cannot
talk to you.

I dream of you
together but silent
next to me
I cannot turn my head.

Arms twitch
I feel the shiver
stare dead ahead
I see your face in the street
strangers with no relation
I continously scan
and hope not to see
the smile melts

I’m unsure of what’s left

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