Foolish.

Foolish
To think anything that once
Transpired between us would
Be, could be, lit; rekindled with the
Simple force of meeting one anothers’
Gaze. As if the sparks burned still,
Lying in wait for gasoline.
Even more foolish
Because meet your gaze, I could not;
Involved, immersed, on another plane,
Another place in the whirlwind of my
Thoughts; peripherally aware of your
Presence, yet, refusing to acknowledge
It.
Thrice as foolish
Because on some level, deep in the sub-
Conscious I continuously deny, I truly
Expected a reaction. Something, anything.
Proof of sorts that maybe it was all not in
Vain, the effort not wasted. Maybe it could
Be salvaged.
Damned with foolishness
But I’ll be damned if I’m not as naïve as
I had once been, once upon a time, when
Nothing could possibly obliterate my
Happiness. Maybe that’s all we had. Naivety
To cloak the insecurities and little lies we fed
Ourselves. Or, quite possibly, these are the
Musings of an obsessive/compulsive thinker
Who can’t let her mind just
Rest.