Selfish

I haven't seen you

for some time.

Calendars have changed,

clouds have formed,

days have passed,

and memories have faded.

And yet,

when I chanced upon you today,

I was overcome with

a pressing sense of sadness

and yearning.

Thirst.

But nothing more.

Because I should not.

And I cannot.

But I wished that

you'd reached out

and given me an excuse

to do it regardless.

Because I am selfish that way.

Bleurgh. I'm sorry. I'm so bad at poems. Seriously. But I had to get this off my chest.

xoxo

Bea