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Sitting outside

Somewhere crowded

Looking at the sky

And trying desperately

To remember anything

That was worth not forgetting

But I can't quite grab 

A second of recall,

I see girls,

Pretty ones too

That are aesthetically pleasing,

Others not quite built for me

And those in between,

I imagine what it would be like

To engage them in conversation

But they look busy

And stressed

Or worried maybe,

They probably have a friend 

In the hospital, 

A turkey in the oven,

Past due library books,

Dentists appointment,

Or a boyfriend at home

Who is cheating on them,

They have a thousand different worries

Where as I'm just not looking to

End up as another,

I doubt I could keep them busy

For a second longer 

Than my initial hey anyway,

I wonder if they read books,

Or like this or that

Or know some facts worth spilling,

I'm willing to bet they do

But they look worried

And probably would be short 

With me or think I'm rude

To imagine that they would 

Want to meet someone this way,

I imagined this is how normal people act

When they're out in the open 

Headstrong and confident,

I can't help but feel I'm 

Outclassed or constantly being 

Game, set, outmatched,

They look like they've been 

Having an all day debate

With a contrarian who is never

Pleased with their decisions 

Up to this point, 

Maybe I'm overthinking

Things a little,

Maybe I'm just towing the line,

But to hell with those thoughts,

I'll just sit here

And keep trying to remember 

What it was I told myself

I'd never forget