it's like barely missing another car on the road
like a jolting swerve on a lonely highway
at least that's how it usually feels
this time though,
this time felt like seeing him walking by
passing a wall of windows, perfectly casting the sun on his brown eyes
only long enough for me to notice that they even glimmered a little green
it's like feeling how close he is to you as he passes
doesn't look back, or offer a smile
it's like getting so close and missing him by just a couple inches
in a building overflowing with people that could never compare to him
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The Heart And The Mind
Poetry《 my secret is that I long to be loved 》 ▪a collection of original poems ▪