night out

How long have I been staring at this candle?
No one has spoken to me for five
—————————————-whole
——————————————-minutes
and I’ve been playing with my fingers,
begging,
cursing,
holding.
Someone talk to me. ———- (please).
They move around;
—-so many people to see
(funny how they all have time for everyone,
—-everyone, that is, except for me)
and I look up to the light on the ceiling.
Is it the brightness that’s making me cry?

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