empty platitudes

I meet you on the street
and we exchange
empty platitudes ….

HI how are you?
I’m fine…..
Have A nice Day

like robots we exchange….
words more depressing
than silence could ever be

the mystery of the moment gone
and fantasies are squashed
beneath the ever present
heel of idle chit chat

what were you imagining as I stood here
imagining a kiss
if I just leaned in

just to break the stupid routine
of exchanging boring pleasantries