She told me that we would meet again as strangers, although her shadows would never leave
me and her tears would always stay in me and I would be thinking about her lonely nights. We would meet again, she was certain and that as only strangers.
My eyes remained empty, the throat was dry. Like some frame on the wall with dust on it, I looked at her walking away.
Her walk bought the memories frame by frame, with each step that she took away from me the time slowed down. I saw her so clearly - now, as if I hadn't seen her at all for some years now.
I once heard a morning song, a song of heart, songs that happy people sing, I was romancing her; in love with life and she with me.
I had to leave that evening back home, but her beautiful hair that was pinned back. She looked at me, smiled, an act that told me things would never remain the same. The heart had set itself to go on a journey and I wanted to paint that moment forever. Her eyes were ruthless, she was in love with herself and she wasn't at ease with her past. She was a mind reader and I realized I was one too.
In the sand there I wrote her a love letter, all my hopes held a promise and the sands would hide it from time.
Today the letter read itself to me as if the sands had kept the promise, each word killing me.
A life was traveling back and building a bridge to tell me that there was never ever a time that she came or she left. A face held itself and so did a voice, crossing a street and a flowing floral skirt flirting.
She said she would meet me again as strangers do.
My eyes remained empty, the throat was dry. Like some frame on the wall with dust on it, I looked at her walking away.
Her walk bought the memories frame by frame, with each step that she took away from me the time slowed down. I saw her so clearly - now, as if I hadn't seen her at all for some years now.
I once heard a morning song, a song of heart, songs that happy people sing, I was romancing her; in love with life and she with me.
I had to leave that evening back home, but her beautiful hair that was pinned back. She looked at me, smiled, an act that told me things would never remain the same. The heart had set itself to go on a journey and I wanted to paint that moment forever. Her eyes were ruthless, she was in love with herself and she wasn't at ease with her past. She was a mind reader and I realized I was one too.
In the sand there I wrote her a love letter, all my hopes held a promise and the sands would hide it from time.
Today the letter read itself to me as if the sands had kept the promise, each word killing me.
A life was traveling back and building a bridge to tell me that there was never ever a time that she came or she left. A face held itself and so did a voice, crossing a street and a flowing floral skirt flirting.
She said she would meet me again as strangers do.
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