when a human becomes too broken

today as the sun beats overhead,
he sits one table and 
a dry riverbed to my left
shuffling his feet 
along the grimy cafeteria floors.
his eyes glisten like shattered glass 
on pavement
i stop in my tracks,
but his glance passes me by.

it hurts
like i am the empty 
oatmeal raisin cookie box 
hidden at the bottom 
of the kitchen garbage,
peeking upwards, screaming.
his silence is the only song 
which comes to haunt me.

i remember when we were strangers,
not knowing what to expect.
deep down i saw the red flags. 
i chose to ignore them.  

as the sun 
becomes smothered by clouds
i think,
have i been ignored or forgotten?

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