A River in Egypt

[hmilky]

These cookies are not for you.
I didn't bake them
to get your attention.
They're not heart-shaped,
or frosted pink
because I like you.
And let's get one thing straight;
I don't think about you
Ever.
I have not replayed our last
conversation in my head.
Not once.
I barely recall what you
were wearing (cargo pants, orange tee)
Or the way your face fell
when you gave me the news.
My heart isn't racing
because of our close proximity.
It always does this.
I don't have a crush on you,
so I don't feel guilty
or foolish.
You're just someone I know
and these cookies are not for you.