Distracted and oblivious,
I missed you make your way into my life.
I saw you without seeing you.
Then there you were, intrusive and obvious.
I let you in, without ever letting you make an entrance.
Now we are here,
so many days into our fairytale.
Wrecked and abandoned,
yet wildly independent.
On the sand, we ran.
Picking up shells, picking up the pieces of what we had left behind.
We danced, alone.
To only the music you hummed so softly.
You told me your story, and I told you mine.
As we were making our own.
Those days are a blur of vivid color,
lost to you, I am sure.
Our past is common knowledge,
something so vague yet consuming.
We played the parts of ourselves,
never knowing what the other was.
Lost in this world, and lost in our thoughts.
What once brought us together,
would see to it that we end.
Your crooked smile,
my open heart.
Our days are distant, growing less visible with the seconds.
But in that place, we glowed with potential.
Individually we are guided into our lives,
I’m guided into places that you will never see.
we start to morph into the person we should be.
And I can’t help but wonder,
when you are that person, will you think about me?