Go on, their eyes tell me, leave,
You don't belong here, not anymore
You're not one of us, not anymore
Not ever
...
there's a humming in the air you can
almost taste it
summer
under your tongue, not too sweet
...
echoes of whispers, actually, bouncing off the walls
with those irritiating piteous eyes
all big and knowing
oh, that poor person who lost their
...
Leaving
Go on, their eyes tell me, leave,
You don't belong here, not anymore
You're not one of us, not anymore
Not ever
I watch you one last time
You don't notice me, per the usual
Too many others claiming your eyes, your smile, your laugh
I trace your face with my memory one last time
Goodbye, my heart whispers
A sad, soft farewell that
No one hears.