Yesterday

I saw you yesterday
but I didn't say a word,
didn't move to greet you.
Any other day I would have,
but not yesterday.

You've never really seen me in a dark mood
and not even your presence
could have broken me free from it,
not yesterday.
Yet had you approached me,
I would have gladly let you try,
and secretly wished you had.

It sounds odd I am sure.
When I could use your warmth, kindness the most
I don't turn to you
and hold it to myself.
I am too accustomed
to other friends
who shunned me when I turned to them
and not even my trust in you
has broken me from that yet.

So yesterday,
I didn't speak, didn't move to greet,
although I clearly saw you.