Smiling Strangers

I see you standing next to him,  
a place I use to dwell.  
What I thought would be a frigid response
turned into something else.  
 
I'm as surprised as you would be. . .
If I could tell you,  
you'd laugh at me, jokingly.  
 
But I want not for these fingerprints  
(that echo still your touch)
to taint a moment of your happines  
that you deserve so much of.    
 
So I'll sit here in the background,
watch a familiar story unfold, 
witness the smiling stranger beside you  
take on the leading role.  
 
Once I wanted that for us,  
now eons ago it seems.  
Now Your fingers lace another
who's playing out the dream.  
 
We came across while walking,  
invoking hummingbird-heartbeat-haste.  
Jealously seemed quite logical,  
yet an exchanging of smiles took it's place.  
 
He doesn't know me from Adam,  
but I love him all the same.  
The happiness you misplaced was found,
with him, rightfully reclaimed.