we wrote ourselves an epilogue
in florescent lights and a corner of a moment. 
you were a hallucination
walking through the automatic doors, 
I wasn't ready for you to be real. 

I never wanted to see this to the end.
we could've forever been seniors
and in and out of love
every other day. 

I wanted to dream up a better ending
or cast us in a lifetime movie,
where I'd apologize
and you might accept it.

I saw you from across the aisle
my hair hadn't been washed in days
and I was tired.
I don't remember what I said.
it doesn't matter.

it was awkward, and worthless
I hope you found what you wanted
because I did.
this is how love dies.
in a ******* target.