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?