I saw you today
for only a brief moment as you drove by.
Maybe on your way to work,
or to the grocery store,
or to the place you've begun to call home.
Anywhere but to be with me.

I saw you today
and it brought back a flood of memories-
of long late night talks,
of walking to the bus stop together
on chilly mornings,
of singing My Chemical Romance
at the top of our lungs.

I saw you today
and I wondered if this would be the last time.
Is this the last image I'd ever have of you?
A flash of unruly hair and glasses,
distracted by something in the rear view mirror?
Or would you come back out of the blue
and the feelings would become long forgotten?

I saw you today.
But you didn't see me.