You don’t know you

Just don’t know how

Many times I pulled

Up but never got

Out you don’t know

How many letters or

How many texts I

Started and then deleted

Knowing that when you

Walked out you walked

Out of us and

Back into only you

I was a stranger now

And if we ever

Should stumble upon each

Other it would be

No better no worse

No more familiar or

No more odd than

The very first time

Sometimes letting people go

Gives them a chance

To come back once

They are ready to

And he was ready