On The Street

On The Street

I passed you on the street today,
but your eyes were blind to all but one, as
you turned on that boyish charm.

Who was she, young raven-haired beauty
holding your arm possessively as I did, in love,
once upon my happier times.

You were winning her with that captivating
Cassanova laugh I'd heard when we met, unknowingly
working it's smooth, golden charm on her.

I didn't have to glance there to see that
she was drinking it all in, quenching a thirst as
I once did, believing every sweet sparkling word.

I walked on, quickening my heavy steps, so my
burning eyes wouldn't set free their
scalding tears, not that you might see my pain.

We are now just friends, not even close ones, as
I couldn't chance that too soon, with
my heart, already broken in undying want of you.

In quiet, dark solitude I'll grieve for, and bury these senseless
wishes in my mind, and hope
that time will ease the heartache.

The mean and hurtful ways that led us here, sadly
has left only torment, knowing ultimately
that time cannot heal all wounds, we part.

Years now behind, the pain and memories gone, leaving
me happy again as
I pass you on the street today..........feeling no pain.