I’m doing fine,
Not seeing you for two months
Without a glance
Or a text
It almost seemed like you’re gone
And I have moved on.
It’s like you are a brief memory
That only existed in my dreams
A beautiful fantasy
Or perhaps a scar
That I have only imagined
Yet I cannot deny the fact
That I try so hard to dispel you
Oh how I walk out of a situation
Where I might actually
See you,
My beloved, my pain,
My past, my unrealized future
My desire, my grief
Personified.
I would rather not
Go there.
As he mentions your name
On our unexpected crossing path
He asked if I knew you.
“Oh yes,” I said nonchalantly. “A friend,”
Somehow I cannot even ask about him
All I can ask was how you are
So subtly, so simply
Hoping I was not asking too much.
Smiling as if it was a casual chitchat
When he left,
I can’t help
Fingering that gaping hole in my heart
Praying I didn’t push its limit
The whimpers in my pillow
that night
Proved me wrong.
Oh yes,
Oh, how I knew you.
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