It was supposed to be a glance
out of curiosity
of whether how strong I think I have become
and how much distance I have progressed
away
from
you

But I should never have looked back
  for my days of preparations
  my cunning deceptions
  and my untold lies that I have forgotten you
  have all fallen short
the moment
I  
saw
you

As the memories came
rushing like the wind
and the what ifs
stalk my shoulders,
prancing like a gazelle,
enticing me to try
to
win
you
back

And yes,
I should never have looked back.