So many things have changed
Going back once again, I'll admit a part of me hopes to see you there.
It's a fool's hope, really. I know what I know, and more things have happened to you than me. I don't love you. Not anymore, anyway.
But that same part of me that hopes to see you again makes me wonder. And I do, on a daily basis. What would have happened? Would've we been in love? Were we too young to even comprehend what love means? Or did we, contrary to, well, our own belief? If you hadn't gone back on your plane, I in my car... If we had had more time... Would we still be where we are now?
It haunts me. you haunt me. The long lost possibilities of our brief encounter in the past. The "what if?".
I can see it. Us randomly meeting again in a train. Very "Before Sunrise" like. It was watching the movie that reminded me of you. You never really left my thoughts, to be entirely honest to myself, and I sometimes found myself thinking of you, with slight melancholy. But now... Now I feel you in every step I take, in every breath. And I feel stupid, for many reasons. You having *definitely* moved on. Who can blame you, really. The nonsensical behavior is, in this case, mine. I feel like I might be losing my mind, just a little bit. Truth is, I might be in love with the idea of you. With the feelings you once awoke in me. With those feelings you probably wouldn't wake in me again if we came across each other.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Lost & Found Poetry
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