It’s always those little moments that catch me off guard like seeing a tall silhouette and white window frames, or a quaint wooden bridge, hearing blues over the radio or crossing over a shallow puddle. I miss you when the world is beautiful and I want to share it with someone who appreciates it even more than I do. I miss you when I set my alarm and realize I’m just setting myself up for another godawful day without you.

I think of you when I start to write but I stop myself when I remember that you never think of me at all and then I become angry that my brain returned to you and I become enraged that I was ever even considering using my words, the breaths of my heart and the pillars of my soul, on someone like you. You are footprints – forever leaving and I keep drawing circles on the floor.

I guess you just brought up the thought of how weird it is seeing someone who you once cared for so much about after such a long time. You’re the same, but completely different. Today I saw you and there’s no longer that spark that I used to feel every time I even had a simple thought about you. And it’s awkward.

Here was this person standing in front of me, then passing me by. I thought I knew every little thing about you, every single detail. Except that you feel like a stranger now, and I’m not quite sure what to do. So I offered a small, awkward hand motion of some sort, maybe even a smile

I thought about how – at one time – seeing you would have lit up my whole day. Even still, I walked away 

I never really did believe in 

regret, it’s such a waste of energy. 

The past couldn’t be altered any- 

way, so why would 

we be bothered by what we 

said to each other when you left me?

‘Goodbye’ is a good enough word 

to end anything, right? Though 

each of us deserved more – we just couldn’t speak 

Other times, it’s just really hard to unthink.