On some other street
On some other day
In some other country, we will meet.
A glance, perhaps, nothing more,
your eyes will meet mine,
perhaps I will remember the curl of your hair
as it graces your cheek,
perhaps you will remember
the sound of my footsteps
on the pavement,
as I fade into your past.
MR
2020-0212
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