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