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 one 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 greive for, and bury these foolish dreams in my mind, and hope time will ease the heartache. The mean and abusive ways that led us here, sadly has scarred even friends, knowing deep that time cannot heal all wounds, we part. Years behind, the hurt and memories faded, leaving me happy again as I passed you on the street today......feeling no pain.