The one I would have given everything up for
If you’d asked.
I think I always knew you were too,
Even from the first time we met:
A meeting weirdly and randomly imprinted in my memory for some unknown reason,
A meeting you are bound to have forgotten
So mundane is it in its existence.
But I remember.
Walking to my car, laden down as usual
And you offered to carry my bag.
Now I’m just laden down with life.
Struggling to move forward
Without the one I want,
The one whose kind words
And kind smile I remember
From last week
Or that day long ago
Where you offered to carry my bag
But ended up carrying my heart away with you instead.