A Glimpse of Him

I used to catch glimpses of him every day,

and I yearned for him to see me, too.

I wanted to impress him,

to be known by him alone.

Usually, I’d rather disappear than let anyone see who I am,

but with him, it was different—I wanted him to see me.

I thought he did, or maybe I was just misreading the signs.

He didn’t seem impressed;

he never even looked my way.

He was like the moon, distant yet strangely close.

Then, one day, our paths crossed again,

and the space between us felt smaller.

We laughed, played, and shared moments of joy.

But my only regret was that it wasn’t just us.

I noticed his small, fleeting glances,

but they weren’t for me.

He caught glimpses of someone else.

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