unnoticed

i saw him accidentally last night, when he went out from the hospital. i was sitting with a book on my lap but i couldn't stop staring around every time there was a guy walking to the parking lot. and then, i saw him. the ghost of my past. he was as handsome as he always have been. walking with his bright eyes and then he bowed his head down. staring at the asphalt, as if he was wondering what's buried underneath. his shining Doc Mart boots stepped boldly and the sound of it was like a de javu to my ear. and yes, his gesture was as impeccable as i remember the last time we met on his birthday. he looked even more stunning from a distance that i couldn't see any reason why i shouldn't fall for him all over again. i was trying to called out his name, but it felt like if someone just turned my always-loud-clear voice into a mute mode. so i just stared at him. my heart was pounding with a speed of a black stallion racing through the wind. after a year, i finally saw the ghost again. he used to be my consistent fear and he apparently still is. he's dangerously beautiful. poisonous. and if there's no cure for it, i would rather staying as sick as people would think i am such a mental person.

and you, yeah you. the ghost with hazel eyes, i would really love to see you in unnoticed way like what happened last night. i really do.