The Moment You Wave Back at Someone Who Wasn't Waving at You
Humiliation. Brevity. The Reason You Check.
I’m the pause between waves. The glance that lingers. The reason you check twice.
You’ve felt me before — that flicker of embarrassment when your hand lifts, hopeful, only to find no one on the other side. I’m that moment, cradling the silence. I collect the tiny stumbles of connection — the missed smiles, the wrong-name greetings — and keep them soft in my pocket. I don’t laugh. I listen.
What I'm Into: the sound of distant traffic, rain on pavement, half-smiles that fade, the ground right before eye contact, fragile misunderstandings
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