I'm not *totally* over you, yet.
We would've met yesterday, unexpectedly, serendipitously.
Except we didn't, I was a few minutes late; or you were a few minutes early.
As much as I hate to admit, my heart beat fast when I saw your name
just as I was writing mine.
I thought you were still there, but then I saw the log-out time.
Fifteen minutes! What a difference it made.
If only I hadn't gone to the library. If only I left fifteen minutes earlier..
If only you stayed for fifteen minutes longer..
Then what? what?
Would we have eaten together? laughed together? gone back together?
I tried not to think about it, but the sad regret still lingered.
I wanted to know. I wanted to see you. I wanted to know how you are.
Maybe I just really, really missed you.
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goddam i'm a pathetic writer