Bet you think

Bet you think this post is about you. Don't you. 
Well maybe it is. Or maybe it's not. 
Maybe it's about no one I've ever met.
Or someone I've always known. 
And then again you turned out to be both of those. 
The stranger I've known half my life. 
The man who knows my past but won't be part of my future. 
Like fireworks I flash anger then sympathy. 
Grief and gratitude
Longing and stubborn denial.
And then I admit, understanding. 
With downcast tear stained eyes
I apologise.