If I saw you across the street

 If I saw you across the street. I wouldn't stop and stare, I would glance but then I'd carry on walking down and getting on with my day. Cherry blossoms would fall and entangle themselves in your messy hair and  your soft eyes would plead for me to walk across and fill you in on all the things you've missed. Yet I would continue, weeds crushed by my platform shoes and my heart resisting to break at the sight of you. 

If I saw you across the street. I would fight the urge to wave, screaming your name. My shoes would have to sink into the concrete beneath me to stop me running across into your open arms. Our eyes meeting once again, sparks sending shockwaves down my spine. Sun rays illuminate the freckles delicately placed by the gods themselves upon your face, it would be like two lovers meeting each other for lunch. No one would suspect that we hadn't spoken in years, months, days. No one would bat an eye, everything would fall into place like it once did.

If I saw you across the street. Well, you'd be with her. You would be making her laugh, oblivious to everything around you. I'd stand there, my feet not daring to move while my tears make themselves known. My heart pathetically shattering once again not wanting to endure the torcher once again. You'd look up for a second and see a sea of unfamiliar faces, mine being one of them and you'd bring her closer to your body like you once did with mine. 

If I saw you across the street...

I wouldn't because you don't live here anymore.