I'm Almost Glad

I passed you on my path by chance, by the bench where we once sat with hands and hearts entwined. You looked on through me as if I were the fading apparition you left when you said goodbye. Your eyes saw past the flame of hurt, that dying love ember left behind as though you felt things that I did not. Your head and hand turned to another who laughed as you brushed her cheek and pinked at your tender touch. I’m almost glad I saw you there for it fueled my footsteps forward. I passed you with a terse nod that said … I’m almost glad you left.