anymore

you walked right by me -
          so close that I could smell the
          citric tang of your lip gloss
and you didn't say a word.

have you crossed Lethe's banks on
  purpose or by accident?
either way it wounds my heart
  as blades do to open flesh

my mind is flooded with thoughts
  thoughts
of pain sustained by danger

that citric tang clouds my mind
  and I cannot bring myself to
say
        Hello.