waltz for two (largo in A minor)

w/o May 20th 2024

write about brief encounters, fleeting moments, first impressions. what do these leave behind for us?

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look.
meet.
look away.



it has begun.



look.
meet.
look away.



look.
meet.
look away.



waiting
waiting
so bored of waiting
you’d look at anything



and you found it



look.
meet.
look away.



so bored of waiting
so touch starved
so desperate
it’s not civil
it’s not polite
it’s not
don’t look



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.
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.
.
.



look.
meet.
look away.



look away
why do you look away?
am I not pretty?
why do I look away?
you’re pretty.



I don’t think I’d like you
if you looked any longer

I don’t think I’d like you
if I met your friends

I don’t think I’d like you
if I knew you

I don’t think I’d like you
if you knew me



but I like you now





I like you for now









you got your bag
see you never
but I still look
you don’t
but I still look


look.
look.
look.





look.










look.

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this is a rewrite of a short monologue I wrote years ago - I wanted to take the same concept and see what would come of it if the person behind it was the me who is rather than the me who was. hope that makes sense. thanks for reading!