My mind flashes back,
to the deepest depths of my memories.
Back to the day when all went well.
Until I bumped into you.
Exhausted, I trudged through
the hot summer streets,
and found a quaint shop.
I sat.
I waited.
I looked around.
And saw what I really yearned to see.
In another island,
in another city,
in another town.
The chances would have been remote,
indeed they were,
but then,
*I still saw her,
and she still saw me.*
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 9:11 AM UTC
My mind flashes back,
to the deepest depths of my memories.
Back to the day when all went well.
Until I bumped into you.
Exhausted, I trudged through
the hot summer streets,
and found a quaint shop.
I sat.
I waited.
I looked around.
And saw what I really yearned to see.
In another island,
in another city,
in another town.
The chances would have been remote,
indeed they were,
but then,
*I still saw her,
and she still saw me.*
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