It was not so long ago,
that I could probably
reach out my hand
and take yours in mine.
Now, every time we pass each other
in the hallways,
I am reminded that even looking for
your eyes
is like stepping into a tar pit.
Dangerous, in the best way possible.
You don\'t want that.
You don\'t want that attachment.
Those feelings.
Me.
I understand.
I\'ll leave your lovely mind,
your lovely heart,
your lovely everything,
to the whims of a future
we could have seen together.