He looks at me.
His eyes the same dark brown
as I remember them.
I feel nothing for him.
Not like I used to before.
His hair the same deep, dark brown,
like his eyes.
A spark lights up in his eyes.
He remembers me, from a distant
past so long ago and forgotten.
I say nothing to him.
He passes right by me.
No 'Hello' no 'How have you been?'.
Just nothing, not even a nod.
I belong to another.
So he doesn't matter.
But it still hurts, because I remember.
That once, a very, very long time ago,
deep in my past, that I thought
I loved him once.
I thought I loved him once.