a coincidental rendezvous.

a coincidental rendezvous when,
i saw her as a pair,
ammunitioned myself with a smile;
getting ready.

she saw me, glanced at me (or at least i think she did);
we were a few steps away,
to meet,
to greet,
to maybe say 'hello'.

and we were parallel to each other,
her face looking away,
i pulled the trigger,
in such agony,
just to get shot by oblivion,
disappointed.

as much as i'm happy for her and her significant other, i can't help feeling guilty when i thought about how much of a big jerk i was before.

uncle pride should really take a vacation.