It happened suddenly.
My eyes were glossed.
My heart was racing.
He was a metaphor, a serendipity, a game.
I understood, felt, had him.

It happened suddenly.
He is a metaphor, a serendipity, a game.
She understands, feels, has him.
My eyes are crying.
My heart is missing.

Did you distract me?
Did I always know?
Did you take it from me?
Did I just let it go?
Did you tear it into pieces?
Did I watch you unphased?
Did you walk away?
Did I wish you my best?

Did you even reply?
Did I shed any tears?
Did you ever care?
Did I lie all these years?
Did you see my face?
Did I remember your name?
Did you toy with me?
Did I play your game?