Poetry, Quill

We’ve Met Before…

I do believe we’ve met before…

In the middle of the street, I saw you walk,
We locked eyes for some time, then I drove away,
Your entire journey had brought you here,
To look at me as I held your gaze,
What tears you’ve cried, I’ll never know,
What made me smile, you’ll never see,
As night falls and our minds are flushed,
You cross my mind like a summer breeze,
We’ll never meet, in the lives we have left,
As we sit here thinking, in our lonely balconies,
In silence, we both gaze at the streets beneath,
Perils, of the same old broken heart,
In the same old city, we shall fall asleep,
Yet our worlds exist two lives apart,
Both alive, but never in our memories…

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