strangers

We walked past each other like strangers, 

It felt as if I had forgotten his face, 

It felt different, as it felt good, 

I moved on sooner than I thought I would, 

One second of awkwardness and then it was gone,

I smiled again with my heart because nothing seemed wrong,

I wondered on my way back was it him who I loved,

Regrets too seemed useless as there was not even hatred,

One of the best feelings I swear, is to finally get over your choices,

It is when you can finally recollect yourself and hear your inner voices,

The damage done can never be rectified though, 

But now at least I can open myself again to the idea of love. 

Medhavi 

July 4'17