Sleepwalker

The chance meetings
are all the same,
the cramming in of
simple banter
about everything,
and yet, of nothing.
All the while,
behind the eyes,
a dialog takes place
on its own.
Well-wishing goodbyes
are simltaneous with
that one last glance
when everything unsaid
is screaming out
from deep inside.
I walk away smiling
and inside dying
every time you wake
me from my denial.

the one that got away.......