a split second meeting.
one glance,
and nothing more.
i do not know your name.
neither do you mine.

a short friendship.
we drifted apart.
i have your number,
but i won't call.
you won’t either.

years together.
in the end,
we both hurt each other.
but even if i could,
i would never take it back.
i hope you wouldn’t either.

our bonds are not blood,
not even water.
but your home is in my heart.
it is in my mind,
late at night,
when i cannot sleep.

people come and go,
so you came and went.
perhaps you think of me
the same way i think of you.
perhaps not.

sometimes,
i fear i made you up.
a mild hallucination,
a fever dream.

deep down,
i know i will forget you.
chances are,
you already forgot me.
but chances also brought us together.

fate destined us to co-exist.
i wish i could see you
and know how you’re doing.
i wish you the best.

it hurts to know you’re gone
for good.
you have your own life.
and i have mine.
but i hope you know
i think of you,
even though i may not know
who you are.

i wonder if anyone thinks of me
like this.
someone with eyes i never met.
someone with words i never heard.

this is human nature.
hellos become goodbyes.
present becomes past.
not everyone stays
forever.
most people don’t.

but when you are driving home,
or drinking coffee,
or dreaming pleasant dreams,
it is my hope
that i am buried somewhere
in your subconscious.

whether the effect you had on me
was miniscule
or magnificent,
it was a change.
a chemical reaction in my brain.

i never had the chance to say this.
maybe i ran out of time,
or i was too afraid,
or i didn't realize it then,
but

thank you.
i am who i am
because you were who you are.