i watched your shadow
as you blocked the light
coming from the transparent windows around us,
i wasn't sure if it was your fingers
—or your sweater's zippers
that pulled my hair
when you walked straight to my left

and when you passed again to my right,
i felt a cold, distant zephyr
as you rushed away,
like a stranger whom i've never met,
you did not look back
—or even stayed for a second
like you would always do.