Perhaps in Another Lifetime…

A fleeting glance, then you turned away.

No flicker of recognition

lit your darkened eyes.

A brief pause—an interlude—

before you asked who I was.

A lifetime of shared time,

yet not a single memory remained.

Strange days.

Stranger still

when someone once so familiar

looks upon you as a stranger.

The sky hangs heavy,

the wind grazes my face

with quiet cruelty.

A numbness settles into my heart,

one I fear has come to stay.

So many have drifted through my life,

leaving their wounds behind,

yet none have wounded me

quite as deeply as you.

I don’t know if I will ever forgive you.

Once, when I was small,

I looked up at you,

larger than life.

I placed you on a pedestal

and believed you could never fall.

Now we stand here as strangers,

with only criticism, silence,

and the weight of unspoken regrets

between us.

Perhaps in another lifetime

we could have been friends,

since in this one

we somehow failed each other

Perhaps then

we would have known

how not to become strangers.

Perhaps in another lifetime…

~Passionate Psychiatrist