Overshadowing at 100 East

this is the part where i say
all that i have.
where you look at me
and ask the question
that has been on everyone’s mind.
a simple smile
takes the place
of your expressionless face.
when we walked down the street,
no one was looking.
did this seem too quick?
i never bothered to ask.
whether or not it did is still anyone’s guess.
let me in,
push me out.
a very strange conversation.
how did life hand us this?