Strangers

When you regret your decision but you're no longer qualified for a second chance.... 

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I was minding my stride 

when the wind made me turn, 

and I saw you there, 

looking just as perfect as you had 

when I was the one holding your hand.

A smile slowly tugged on my lips, 

and for a second I was willing

to mend the string I've cut heartlessly. 

For a moment, I wanted to rely on a maybe. 

Maybe...you still wanted me?

But my hopes quickly ran empty

as your gaze went right through me. 

Colorless and without emotion, 

as if I was just part of the crowd; 

as if I was less than a "used to be"; 

as if I was someone who never was anyone to you.

I felt a smile slowly tug on my lips. 

For a second I was trying 

to ignore the sting on my chest. 

Because I had no right to fall apart 

when I chose to run

from the only thing that held me together.

Your inattention made it easy 

to walk past you without a greeting. 

Minding my stride 

while you disappear at the corner, 

like the strangers that we are.

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