Who is that I see coming towards me?
My eyes squint; my head inclining—
Is there a chance—no, wait—could it be?
Cogs in my brain are aligning.
Oh, yes! Who else? I soon comprehend:
the now-nearing figure, a friend!
One year, three months, two weeks, and a day
since we lived in the same hallway.
I’m prone to wave, add a nod, perhaps.
My goal: mere goodwill among men.
A smile back could be chill. But then,
She walks right on by me. It’s wraps.
Forcing my kind nature on a shelf,
I’ll just have to go fuck myself.
