Him

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?