There is no title I like enough to commit to.

Just a few idle words;
nothing complex,
nothing meaningful.

They're enough to affirm
my existence in your eyes;
they're beautiful.

Here it goes again,
I feel I'm falling away
from blue skies, cold for a spring day.

But there's nothing I can do,
nothing more to say;
I have nothing left for you.

We were both meant to walk away.

I can't help but wish
I'd looked in the right place,
if only for a glimpse of your face.

But sadly, I just passed you by
with music in my ears,
and my thoughts trapped in the sky.

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Today's poem is brought to you by boredom at work, the letter "E" and the number −1.602×10^(−19). Today's closing thought is brought to you by Sesame Street.

Edit: The back story to this is fairly simple, so I may as well post it. I passed someone I like a lot while running the other day, she texted me later saying she had seen me, and part of me wished I'd seen her so I could stop to talk. There's kind of a constant war going on in my head these days, between my desire to build connections and my instinct telling me to keep my distance since I'm leaving soon.