I was in the middle
of reading an
old dusty diary

when suddenly
a familiar man
hovered through my door
without even knocking.

I couldn't talk
couldn't even move
as we connect thru eyes
while my heart sings
the familiar rhythm
his too could harmonize.

He slowly walked
towards me
and I found myself
clutching the familiar
ache my heart had been
bleeding
since the last day I saw him.

He reached for my hand
and I was contained
with thousands of
nameless feelings.

All I knew was that
I'm in thorn between
touchig him
and holding that
old dusty diary.

Now I'm left
on the very last page
without any choice
but to  let him go
and close
this old dusty diary.