I stayed far away from you as possible.
To forget the feelings and memories of you.
But today, when you passed me by,
gently touching my back to push me aside,
smiling, saying excuse me, everything came back to me.
One touch simply crashed one year of my hard trying into nothing.

And it's not that what bothers me.
It's the knowing fact that it didn't meant anything to you.
You just walked on like I was air.
It's not like I blame you, I forgave you long ago,
but, please, don't touch me anymore. Even if it's not deliberately.