I almost tripped over air when I had seen you at the library

I practically lived there and not once did you ever grace my haven with your presence

Leaving it as a coincidence, I went on with my business

I would have happily ignored you then, until you decided you recognized me

That was our first real conversation

And my first real mistake.

Because I can't remember what we talked about,

But I could never get those sickeningly, hollow eyes out of my mind

I probably should've paid more attention to the conversation

And ignored those throbbing cries for help