Halls

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He passes me in the hallway, and we exchange smiles of recognition.

But his smile doesn't reach his eyes. His lips, his perfect, strawberry red lips say "hello, it's nice to see you!" , but his stormy blue eyes call out "I'm sorry."

It's not even a heartfelt I'm sorry, more like a wow this is awkward just keep walking

Is that what I looked like?

Because when I saw you in the halls, your very presence made my week.

Now, it makes me want to walk faster.

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