Never had I expected,
to catch a glimpse of you
in your failed state
of hiding pain
so clearly betrayed by your eyes,
Neither did I expect
 A hollow stare,
Unaware, 

as I pass by,
My presence
a distant memory,
a hazy reminder,

of nothing pleasant

So this is how it is,
to be forgotten,

to be lost, 
To be alive in a moment,
and then not to be.