The day of June,
We met under fluorescent lights,
my attempts at connection hit a high wall,
I inadvertently rejected him too
Fate pushed us close, even if it was superficial
Spent days under the yellow tinted skies
in those little moments, I saw him
both fighting our own fights,
the tide was against us
I reached, maybe not far enough
he held, intermittently,
but let go so abruptly.
We adapted, I gave up
It's all over now
Never once he realized I needed help too
Never once he offered
I wish him well
His fight is over, he earned his rest
We are headed for opposite ends
I am curious though
How will you remember me?
Will you?
