I lost you.

I feel like yesterday was the day that I lost you. 

I walked back into the gallery, and you were there.

I was eating free food and pretending that I really cared about the 'art' that I was looking at.

You were there, doing what you do.

We acted like we didn't see each other, I know we did.  I'm not that oblivious.

How did it go from holding hands and kissing, to pretending we don't notice each other when we are in the same room?

I wanted to hold your hand more than anything that day.  It would have made me feel better to know that you still physically exist in my life.  It would have helped to make something make some sort of sense.

I'm wishing for something that does not exist at the moment.

 

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