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I watched as you walked down the hall,
All the way until your head
Disappeared down the stairs.
You took out your phone for a sec,
And then put it away,
I watched,
And you never looked back to see me,
Leaned against the door frame.
You never looked back...

I wonder if you heard my door finally close,
Or if you were too far.
I wonder if you thought about how
You didn't hear it lock right away,
On the drive home.
But you never looked back,
And I doubt you thought about me at all.

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