nostalgia
there was a girl
whose eyes never met mine, but
tragically took the front row seat.
she smiled.
or i thought she did. but
during that time, my hallucination had gotten
to its peak.
so perhaps she didnt even notice me.
perhaps, she never existed.
now, when the winter rain hits my window,
i close my eyes,
murmur her name between my lips and
think of the view of her back,
i grin wryly
