The Unamused Poem by Cheyenne Rhon
The Unamused
The click is the recognition,
Though, I can't say how?
What's in that look?
Maybe by chance,
We're standing here,
Like you know me,
But I can't recall.
How do you say hi,
To a memory that isn't mine?
I can't remember.
Yet, you're touching my brow,
Looking down, thinking how?
Expecting for whatever it was,
To start now.
But assume this is a ruse,
For the unamused.
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