You’re standing just over there
Just talking, casually, to others
And I’m sitting over here
Wishing, praying, begging for you
To just walk over, say a hello
You actually talk to me! Amazing!
But you address me as Shovel
So abnormal, distant, impersonal
Sure, plenty address me as such
But not usually you, ‘cept now
Simple words exchanged, then
You’re gone, nothing more
Just talking to you, for a second
Brightened my day, it did
But it dims again, the moment
You walked away
April 1, 2011