I saw you today. I was on the bus, and you were walking to work. I caught sight of you as you were passing that café. The one we sat in after dinner on our second date, when we were too tired to go for a drink, but enjoying each other’s company too much to go home.
I knew it was you immediately. I looked at you. Properly looked.
You didn’t see me.
I watched you walking, past the bus stop where we kissed at the end of our first date.
You didn’t see me.
I looked at your face and tried to work out how you were feeling. What you were thinking.
You didn’t see me.
I thought you looked unhappy. And I wondered if you miss me. And if you’re OK.
You didn’t see me.
I really disliked your jacket.
You didn’t see me.
I felt sad. Seeing you as someone other than the man I loved, who loved me back. My best friend.
You didn’t see me.
I cried a little.
You didn’t see me.
Just as it was when we were together.
You didn’t see me at all.
Pizza of Doom 
I simply love it. Great poem. Very touching. There is a song from Kelly Clarkson and the title is “Alone” great song. Actually, her songs are great after a breakup. Keep going girl! I know you will make it!
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The last two lines were touching! Read them a couple of times and could feel the emotion so well articulated. I hope that he gets to read them.
This incident also reminds me when I saw her on roadside while I was driving to work. I used to take a longer route, expecting to catch a glimpse of her. She saw me, I saw her, she was talking to a common friend. I did not care to stop, nor did she gave any emotion. It did worsen my mood throughout that drive. That night, we exchanged some really pathetic messages. Now I miss her every moment, keeps looking at her pictures but i fear forgetting her voice, her face and the moments we used to spend together. I do wish to see her again but I fear when we will meet, the anger and pain will overpower all this love. So, I don’t know if seeing her is a good idea.
It was after that I started writing the blog 😛 Now that she did not like me mentioning my date experience the other day, I have made the blog private 😦
I saw my ex this past weekend. He saw me. It wasn’t good. I’m going to blog about it later today.
The worst thing is seeing them with someone else. Seeing them alone is hard enough but… you never really get over that horrible knife-in-the-guts feeling of seeing them out and about with someone new…
It’s so beautifully written but so sad. You really are a good writer! At least there was something you didn’t like about him when you saw him – his jacket. I think that has a little bit of humour to it. Humour comes from inner strength.
Thank you, everyone, for your thoughts and comments. It was a weird morning yesterday. But that jacket – ugh – did he think he was going on safari? I don’t even know how I feel about seeing him. Thank goodness I’m seeing my counsellor tonight!