Hello. It’s such a simple word.
It shapes the lips, it leads them
to a smile, a sparkle in the eye
that says I like you, do you
like me back?
A little word that offers up
the world, and yet it often falls
unanswered, is lost in idle chatter
that rushes past the moment,
fast water down a drain,
a waste of so much magic
when one hello limps on
alone.
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