"sorry miss,
but the way
you glance
at me, well,
it drives me
i n s a n e . ."

"sorry, sir,"
she replied,
"but do i
know you?"

"sorry, miss,"
i turned away.
she must not
remember me
from the other
day at the park.

"don't go!"
she hollered,
and grabbed
my arm, like
a child would
their parent.

"but why?"
i question,
turning around,
to realise that
i was alone.
it was all in
my h e a d .
she was my
thoughts and
all my dreams.

i am still alone
in the world,
and she is never
coming back, so
i should get that
out of my mind.