most of the time, they go unnoticed.
most of the time i go unnoticed
and also last night as i walked by.
the one who's supposed to feel lonely
must have taken the six o'clock flight.
on one of them,
bound to be happy
away.
i felt lonely watching them go
i felt lonely watching myself go.
I've also seen them fly above me, making me wonder if the one I'm meant to be with was also up there looking down on me. But then, destiny or not, I know. The one I wanted to be with was on the same x-y plane as I was at that exact moment.
I miss you. Even for just a fraction of an emotion. I miss you, perfect stranger.
- written the night before I realized that the desire to be with him and feel his touch was, finally, gone. Amen.