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It's you.
And you're wearing that stupid
green shirt you always wear,
and that same widepread smile.
Another "I'm sorry,"
Another "It's okay, I understand,
I really do."
But I don't.
I don't understand
all the events leading up
to this fateless encounter.
Nor was I prepared and
I hated you so much I
never wanted to see you smile again.
But it's that
stupid green shirt,
and the big smile,
and the pointless conversations
that make the whole damn thing
worthwhile.