She smiled at me today.
There was a time…
There was a time when her brief glance would have made my day, when the sun felt warmer, when I flew on tiptoes.
But those days have passed.
She smiled warmly and sincerely.
I halfheartedly smiled and weakly said “hello”.
Wistful love, phantom love, regret are a living death.
I never tried.
I walked past and forgot.
My fear, my self rejection, my light. I see darkness, hope recedes and her smile, her smile is true but it’s too late. I died. I just haven’t accepted it yet because love and hope die hard.