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Apr 2020
Stranger,
With a word or two
I felt gladly captured.
Glad, because I got the chance
To meet you.
Captured, because I knew
We weren’t actually meant to be.

Time was winning the race,
and you thought we'd beat it instead.
Yet I knew we were losing.
It was scary,
How much you interested me
How much I wanted to talk until
Whenever.
How alike we were.
Maybe it was frighteningly beautiful,
Because it was unlike anything
Life-like.

Your words were too big for me,
It was like trying to fit two puzzle pieces
That don’t belong together.

So I did what I felt
I had to do.
It didn’t take me long to build my walls up high,
Yet you always managed to climb them up each time.
Whenever I pushed,
It seemed like you pulled me in even closer each time.

Carelessly, effortlessly,
Maybe guiltily,
Yet undoubtedly
I wanted to stay in the moment
For longer than I probably should have.

I don’t know what I was expecting,
I don’t know you.
Though I know it's impossible
To  stand still on a  bridge
after being pushed
Countless times.


And so you did,
The mojo moment was over with.
That's when I realized
it was me falling this whole time.

And I thought to myself,
Although it may look odd,
Although it may not physically work,
Although it isn't meant to be,
You can fit a puzzle piece wherever
you want it to fit.

But now,
I was left with a completed puzzle
Missing one piece.
You look for it everywhere,
Under all the furniture,
Stub a toe here and there,
But deep down you know
That you’ve probably vacuumed it
the other day.

All I can do,
I’ll keep all these memories with me.
I’ll keep them in a little book,
Place it on the shelf
At the very back of my mind.
So that when little things,
little feelings
come running up my spine,
I can open the book
maybe once again.

I want to wish we never met,
but that's also wishing I never felt what I felt.
I'm not one to lie.

Who knows,
Maybe I’m just anyone.
But I enjoyed the hours
When you made me feel
Like someone.

Stranger,
I’m not a bad person.
At least,
I try not to be.
Maybe we’ll meet again,
Maybe you’ll see me in the
Supermarket
The park
A gig
A game
But you know,
You and I won’t ever
know.
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April  18/F
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