Unwritten

She remembers when you used to blend into the faces of a crowd

just one among many others.

There,

but really not.

She remembers really seeing you for the first time,

as you walked into that door

hopeful,

but doubtful.
She remembers when there used to be a glass door between you and her,

standing like the unwritten rules of your friendship,

open,
except not.
She remembers the countless painful days of ignorance,
when silence spoke more than words...
when really all you both wanted most
was it to end.
But most of all she remembers that one special day
that you finally opened up...
"hello."