Our paths crossed again,

Like a scene off the silver screen,

In an event that I never wanted to happen, I lived my worst nightmare.

I passed you on the sidewalk, on my brief sojourn, holiday return.

Our eyes locked, then turned away.

We both trekked past without a word.

I turned around because I knew that face, then it hit me like a Mack truck; I was caught in a trace.

You did the same and I almost cried, it was then and there I knew, that wasn't just anybody... That was you.

You smiled real wide and shook my hand as though we were long lost buddies, somehow, still friends.

But the dagger that winded me, shot straight to the heart when you pointed to some woman and stated, "Gabby, meet my wife."

She grinned at you from ear to ear, it was so beautiful I wanted to cry.

You went on to introduce your children and talk about your life.

While my world was spinning out of control, spiraling down into a black hole.

I snapped back to reality when you asked about my life.

I told you about med school and that I was doing fine.

We shared a few insiders, discussed how much we both changed.

For the better, we assured ourselves, as the rain began to pelt.

I was transferred to a moment ten years before when we kissed in this weather, it was love, I was sure.

A glint of the shared memory flicked in your eye, but just for a second, then you kissed your wife.

I congratulated you, family, success and all.

I reminded myself to be steady and not fall.

Struggling to keep my composure, I bid my farewell, before my eyes grew too heavy before you could tell.

I was happy for you, that much I could say, the part that was difficult was I thought I would never see that day.

That woman beside you, so angelic and charming, the roles were reversed, it was detrimental and scarring.

That's not how it's supposed to go, my heart wouldn't relent, that's not what it was supposed to be, what was almost lethal was it was supposed to be... Me.