Whenever I pass the same bookstore, all I see is us.
You are coming late because of traffic.
With that pale blue dress shirt that matches your pants and messy hair,
You looked right through me and didn't say a word.
We awkwardly walk beside each other.
Having very little or nothing to say,
Hours passed in complete silence.
Every glance and veiled grins engraved.
YOU ARE READING
I Should've Hugged You The Last Time I Saw You
PoetryWould it make any difference? If we knew that it was the last time we would see each other again?
