It Doesn't Hurt me Anymore
A few months have gone by now,
I haven't seen your face around.
That is until today.
Just a few days after the ending of May.
I could tell that it was you,
which left me pondering on what to do.
Enough time had gone by,
that I had slowly forgotten the part of you to me that had died.
I'm glad I saw you from behind,
so your eyes didn't have the chance to make me go blind.
I stood for a second,
just wondering I reckon.
Then I walked past you,
not daring to look back cause I knew.
For if I dared,
you would give that look that we both shared.
I have to admit,
that I held my wit.
It might have not been easy for me to have walked away,
but in doing so and staying alert,
I managed to save myself from all of the hurt.