I found you in the street

I found you walking down the street,
as I passed by, headphones plugged in,
music up loud as it could get and for
once I didn't have to stop and try
to gain your attention.
       (Because I didn't want to pine for your affection anymore, it should have been
        given freely.)

I found you-a different person than the
person I had fallen in love with.
Motives that at first seemed harmless,
turned into something you thought you had to have.
    (That’s the impression I always got,
      What happened to doing something together?)

I found you losing interest
in whatever it was that I said,
and took to gazing off into space,
     (When the topic's you talked about sometimes never interested me,
       I, at least, paid attention, and tried to be interested.)

I found you wanting to do other things,
other than spending time with me
I found you would rather be alone
than anything else
      (And that hurt, Am I no longer good enough?
        I tried to be someone worthy of your time, but I guess I never will be.)

I found you-falling away
falling far away
and not waiting for
me to catch up
     (because, I don't think I ever knew the real you
      as You probably never knew the real me)

I found you overlooking the small
things for the greater things
even when it was the small things
that mattered the most.
      (Because all I wanted was insignificant, really,
        and It seems you've forgotten or lied)

I found you looking like there
was something else you wanted
to be doing,
other than doing what it was with me.
       (I think we've been lying to ourselves
        For a very long time)

I found us sitting at the park
bench, you with a glazed over look
as if you were contemplating,
something, but didn't want to say it aloud.
       (At that moment, I knew what it was
        and I almost cried.)

                            [More for your loss than mine]

I found you stumbling over
your words drunkenly
wanting to say them,
but couldn't get them to phase through
         (Like you didn't want to let me go,
          as if you wanted to hang on to whatever you had left)

I found you giving up
and staring off, trying to
regain your composure
as i poked and prodded to know
what you wanted to say
when the truth was,
I already knew what it was.
         (I finally said the words aloud,
          getting irritated with waiting for the inevitable)

I found you sighing softly,
getting up and saying -goodbye-,
hoping we could still be friends
before walking away.
           (Even though my heart had been broken, no shattered,
            You still had the nerve to say that)

I found your shoulder cold,
as you walked away
into the chilly night
not looking back to see my tears
          (I forgot to mention that you were
           my only ride home.)

I found you-not the man I thought you were,
But someone entirely different then the man
I had fallen in love with
       (But that's the thing--it's over and
        my heart is the only thing left to show for it.)

So I found my goodbye
laced with tears, love, butterflies
and candy.
        (Just the way it ought to have been, right?)