Hemlock

Different time, same place
She's walking by, no one exists
You don't exist, she can't see you
Little Miss Hemlock
Confidence radiates from her skin, her walk
You reach to touch, she's gone
You speak and her lips move, a voice exits parted lips
She doesn't look at you, you don't exist
Everyday, different time, same place
Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter
Hemlock can't see you, Hemlock won't see you
She won't hear you, only a voice exits parted lips
A polite response, but she's surreal
Untouchable, she almost doesn't exist
It's almost as though she doesn't want to exist
You suggest that it's cockiness
She suggests nothing at all
Hemlock is the coldest thing on the block
Yet you can't help but sweat when she's around.