Will you walk by without looking?
Will you look everywhere but at me?
Will you go on and not recognize who we were?
You brushed past me, as if I were a ghost.
You didn't feel my arms reach out to hug you, you didn't hear me speak your name, you didn't hear some words I had to say.
Not a glance, no regret do you feel?
A million emerald shards fall when you brushed by.
It was the pieces of my heart that was still intact since we last talked......
Today proves one thing,
If ever I had a few last words to speak they would be without anger, pain, hurt or guilt.
Those three last words would be
