Getting over You

In my foreground,
the split second my eyes found you

it was like wind breezes
in flighty spring,
or
light rainfalls
in slow summer
to me.
 
You were something
pretty amazing
 
till I realised
that maybe
the girl at the end of the bus
or
that girl who sits in front of you
or
this girl whom you message on the phone
meant more to me
than I did
to you.