Love letter # 165

I watched you…then caught myself doing so…then looked away.

For a while it called itself love. Now, clear eyed, I see that it was something other. If I used the wrong word, lingered too long, made a fool of myself, I apologise.

I was not blind. Nor unaware. Merely desperate. Hopeful in a fashion that morphed into delusion. Encroachment. My bad.

If ever I look your way again, I promise, it will be to watch you walk away…and wish you well.