life is too short to dwell on times past yet every waking moment is spent with regrets for half-truths, almost-friends, near-misses of you and I and him and her. of two souls that had collided, only to fade back into unknowns. back to strangers.
him her. near misses. never seen. past surfaces. missing found. of what could have been.
we were just passing acquaintances, forgotten by time.