a walk to remember

or not. one that lasted for the length of the shopping center at a snail's pace with you. i was fine before your reentry into my life this week. you managed to distract me for seven days now. i don't know how you do it without even trying. you had been nothing but nice in your inquiry. but warm tears pour each time i am alone with my thoughts. why do my steps seem to lead to you when so many months passed without glimpsing even your shadow? i ceased to think of you as a real person then. i would have been successful at dismissing you as a memory. why did you prevail? i hate how you always slip past my defenses. you came too close only to disappear again.

Well you have no right to ask me how I feel
You have no right to speak to me so kind
Some day I might find myself looking in your eyes
But for now, we’ll go on living separate lives

~Phil Collins