I saw him again today.
I always do.
But this, felt different.
Less tense.
For once, I didn't try to ignore him,
For once, I went up to him.
But no, I was going to fast-
don't say anything!
He didn't even notice me.
With a brush of a fingertip,
a distinct breeze-
He was gone once again.
Before we would go back to our routine and break this peace,
Before I'd live to regret it:
As swiftly as he moved,
I said what I hoped he wouldn't mistake-
"Sorry."
What was unheard,
was left unsaid.
The air never seemed more suffocating.
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My Sins
PoesiaA collection of poems I wrote, about my experiences and hardships. Hope you like it 👍 (Updating once a week x) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ > (PS, it can be quite negative so, if you don't like that kind of thing, I wouldn't suggest reading it: Eg. Drowning)...
