I force a bittersweet grin as you turn the corner and leave my sight

When we talked on that street corner, and you said to me that you weren't sure how to feel, and I returned the gift you once gave to me, as a token of apology, but you said “Keep it”, and turned your back without offering an embrace, and watching you go, I cannot remember the feeling I once felt when in your presence, and I can no longer recall. Looking back, you wave. I force a bittersweet grin as you turn the corner, and leave my sight, and now I stand upon brick and mortar, not knowing which way to turn, or what significance this specific corner holds. It was too long ago, to remember, who I was, and who you are. And now, you belong to no one but the wind and your will, and it shall carry you in many directions