Stranger

You didn't pick me
and that's fine, darling.
Someone else will count
my freckles, trace my lines
with fingers most deserving.

You glanced away
and that's ok, dear.
Someone else will light
my dark eyes with
his warm gaze.

You forgot my voice
and I don't mind, love.
Someone else waits for
my whispers to reach
his longing ears.

You walked right past
and I let you.
I won't run after shadows
or chase your ghost,
stranger.