Traces

I hate
When people walk
Into my memory
And leave me
Out of theirs.

I stare
As they walk
Past me with faces
Void of expression.

No recollection,
No recognition,
And then I have to start acting
Like I don’t know
Them either,

Like I’m okay
With having been forgotten.

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