Was it fate when we first met?
Looking wide eyed, surprised
As we bumped into each other
Was it destiny when we met again?
Our eyes recognizing our faces
Through the window as our trains passed by
If it was,
What would we call that time after wards,
When our eyes met and our hands touched
Steadying each other for a moment
We said, "Excuse me" and passed each other by.
6 comments:
wow, powerful poem, beautiful!
You must definitely see Slumdog Millionaire.
Or was it love remembered ?
the second parting is worst than the first...
Great poem!
you need to write a second part, otherwise it is too sad...
Thank you Tracy :)
@ Giles - Yes, we are, hopefully the day we go, it wouldnt be overly crowded at the cinema.
@ Jackie - Could be... there have been instances when perfect strangers seem like they shared a lifetime.
@Sam - The third hurts more especially if one or the other wanted more.
@ Josie - Hmmm.. will ponder that thought.
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