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kamcalste

Published: Jun 7, 2012

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At some point,
I stopped making eye contact.

I'm not sure how it happened
or why. I'm not sure if it's
some reflection of my
latent insecurities or
undeserved superiorities or
quiet anxieties.

But I am sure that
I miss the fleeting connection
on trains, buses, and sidewalks.
I miss the shape and color and
glint of golden gleam that used
to strike out across crowds at me.

My mother, my best friend, my lover -
what mysteries do I miss? What
is hidden in their second glances and
lingering stares?

I don't know because, at some point,
I stopped making eye contact,
even with the girl in the mirror.

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