It was this, just then
That something you do, when
You looked at me
Letting me know you —wasn’t the same
Instilling reassurance with the once upon a time,
And with each word I again, cling
—-“I know it’s you”;
I noticed you too.
The memory became present with disdain ;
All because you hadn’t known how
—my feelings remained.
I missed this, this feeling
“Only you could—“
“—you do this to me”
What’s far better than a blown mind?