Bumped into you

Sixth hour, walking to the bathroom I accidentally bumped into someone.

A stranger maybe? I look up to my left since I'm still moving, I see you, the one who had my heart in a grasp.

As quickly as I saw you, you're gone.

There's tears in my eyes, on my face then I'm running, trying to get away from where I saw you.

Quickly down the hall to the left, the bathroom suddenly I'm in a stall tears still pouring down my face

who was it I just saw? I think so intently on what you look like, the way you smell, the sound of your voice

then I think right back to where I am and who you were and just for a moment I think that's not him.

That's not the boy I fell in love with, that's not the boy who loved me.

Maybe it means that you're finally a stranger? 

Maybe not, since I still go stiff that the sight of you,

hearing your name is worse, all those emotions boil over

All of the things I never got to tell you

The things I never got explanations for

So I've been writing you letters 

I always did that, I always wanted to know what you were thinking

so I told you what I was thinking so you'd never have to worry

Dear, John 

This was our end