Love Lost

I saw her sitting across the train one day, her hair gently swaying as the cart rocks back and forth. Her eyes furiously darting across a page, some bridal magazine i'd never heard of. I feel the empty feeling that i hadn't felt in so long again. Deep in the pit of my chest it ached as the memories of what I used to have ran through my head. So much time has passed...what I thought was a scar seems to be a thinly veiled wound still. It doesn't help much that I know its no coincidence that books in her hands. Should I say something? or just let this moment pass me by. My brain has been sent into a whirlwind of anxiety, regret, and the hollow ache that seems to only accompany a real love lost. As much as I want this rom com moment to play out, I know that it would only hurt the both of us. At least this way it's only me that will have to do the levee repairs. I suppose she looks happy enough, besides if I'm going off how much the last 3 years have changed me, we'd barely even recognize each other if we got to chatting. The train slowly comes to a halt. Doors slide open and she wanders out still reading that damn book, probably deciding on the one she wants. While I still sit quietly. My brain still running through the different lives I could have had, with a girl that doesn't even exist anymore...