Did you miss me?
I am that dot.
The one your eye keeps finding
even when you’re trying
not to look.
There are dots everywhere.
And then there’s me.
A little off.
Not where I belong.
Not part of the plan.
Maybe that’s why
you keep noticing me.
Maybe that’s why
you keep coming back.
I am not the pattern.
I am the flaw
your eye keeps returning to.
The thing you tell yourself
doesn’t matter.
The thing you think about
anyway.
I am that dot.
The one you keep trying
to look away from.
The one that stays
after you do.
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