Invisible Valentine

Growing up,

we were friends.

We were best friends,

to say the least.

I remember how we met.

In elementary school,

you were always by yourself,

and I was always by myself.

For two years,

we have known each other.

I must say.

I was a bit sad,

when I found out that you left.

Years later,

as I entered high school,

I heard your voice in hallway.

As you walked by,

you looked at me,

said hi, and waved.

I was excited to know,

that my best friend was back.

Still, as nice as she was,

unlike me who was still shy,

she was no longer,

the quiet girl,

who was always by herself.

She had lots of friends,

and a boyfriend now.

Eventually, high school passed,

and we separated once again.

Who would have thought,

that ten years later,

we would be,

working together.

Reintroductions were made.

She lifted her hand,

to show her wedding ring.

"I am married,

now with two kids", she said.

I would be lying,

if I said,

the smile that I gave was real.

Yet it was my fault.

We knew each other,

for so long,

and never once,

did I tell my friend,

I loved her.

We were still friends,

but it was never the same.

Maybe she always knew.

Maybe she didn't.

Either way,

February fourteenth came,

or should I describe it,

'Another Valentine's day in the trenches'.