If you came back.
I wouldn't care.
I would
Act as if I never met you.
You would be
Just another stranger in the street.I wouldn't wave.
I would smile.
But it wouldn't be because of you.
I smile at everyone.So if I see you,
Don't take the smile as
Something special.
Because it stopped being that
As soon as you left.If you came back.
I would hear you out.
But I won't start the conversation.
And I won't talk much.If you came back.
I would apologise.
I still don't know what for though.
I would seem selfish saying this
But I believe
You have things to apologise for.If you came back.
I wouldn't care.
I would treat you like a
Stranger.
YOU ARE READING
The Wilted Bouquet
PoetryPoetry I decide to write about the thoughts that come to mind.