Passerby

"You are the music you listen to, the flowers in your hair, your favourite sweater, your favourite blanket. You are what you love"

To be passed by is natural to me .

I nod to the same casuals I see everyday. 

Although I smile when I see them 

The smile fades like a wave,

Retreating into the ocean.

 

Of is it necessary to smile when we nod, 

Or do we think of  something as the smile drops.

And our brain ties these knots.

But in the end I tie myself down.

To a second nod ,

Now rotting in a new set of what ifs,

Of a fantasy, of a life that could have been.

Two seconds feels like forever.

But people, people disappear.

They come and go.

But not you, you are my thoughts.