Almost

I'll pass you by
and only pretend
not to look
in your direction.

Or
see how long
it takes
for you not to look
at me
and wonder if
the smile I thought
I saw
was only a
look.

The conversation we had
was behind my eyes.
The only words that escaped
were heard as tears.
Crying is a chorus
of unspoken pain
while happiness
is a solo...
a sweet refrain.