I’m finally admitting it,
I’m not over you.
I see you in the halls,
I try not to look;
Not to make eye contact.
Every now and then
I’ll look you up,
Just to see how you’re doing.
So many things pop up.
I think it’s great,
You’re doing something that you love,
Even if I’m not a part of it.
I love seeing you so happy.