because did we really know each other?
was what i saw really there?
was the fact that someone saw me,
and i mean truly me,
not who i was
or my family
someone who saw me for who i am
what i had liked about you?
and even though our conversations were always brief
i smiled whenever the air became summery
knowing it meant that you'd soon be in my city
but people decided they would not let it be-
and that is okay
at least i know that with her you are happy
yet sometimes
i can't help
but wish
wish that you could have been happy
with me.
