Its always hard to give it a name.

If I was really going to go,
you are the only person that I poke on the back. 
But I didnt
Instead, I see you go.
you caught my eyes when our eyes met, 
you take it as you took my hand the other day. 
I didnt hear you say any goodbyes,
or wave like you mean it.

I didnt see you coming back in anytime soon. 

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