After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
in a post. I want to be remembered
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
...
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."