Every time I go outside I always hope to see known faces from the past in the crowd

I look around for familiar cars that you could step out of

And today I saw one of those faces at the grocery store

I was hoping you would look up to me and see my face

Maybe even start up a conversation

However you didn’t

And I didn’t have the guts to come up to you

I convince myself that I’ll see you soon

Even though I know it won’t be for another 5 months or more when we meet again

And deep inside of me I wonder if you would even recognize me anymore

If you still know my name

So here we are

I’m looking at you thinking you’ll feel someone staring but you don’t

Therefore I walk out

Without a word being said

I just have to go on hoping that one day I’ll get the rare chance of running into them in public once again

I wish more than anything that I could see them more often

That I could see these ghosts of my past as often as I used to

But I can’t

That chapter of my life is forever closed

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Honestly, not too sure how I feel about this one but thought I would post anyway. I’m not really liking any of the things I’m writing at the moment so I’m just trying to get back into it.

Let me know your thoughts ☺️🫶🏻