And when our paths literally crossed, all was swept away.
Its just me, you and an oddly tight corridoor.
I smile and I wonder how I look, its been quite sometime.
I think and I hope, I'm not yet another passing phase in your life.
And that's when you passed me, and time dialates.
The smile still carried on your face, gave me plenty of answers.
Its a sour feeling, because someday this'll degenerate
And when we meet, what we have in common becomes but the smile on our faces.
Mourning over the possibility, I couldn't help but recall
the brief moments our paths coincided.
I cannot imagine (and stand awe struck) at how circumstances like threads,
came and wove our lives together.
I tried to keep the sewing on, but now I am convinced
Its okay if life is so picky on who comes together and who don't
Because we then recognize, and treasure the ones who will always be around.
As a consolation, i form part of that juxtaposition.
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