When the noise ebbed, we met
There is a piece of my heart I left
Rain drops decorated the window
Smiled back at us, the hill and meadow.
The dusty terrain was yet to unfold
Eternity lingers in the moment they behold
Unspoken promises they know will unravel
Journey not to end and yet they travel.
No poet discovers words for their pain
The corner table awaits the lovers in vain
Lamps cast jaded replicas on wet street
Lone shadows keep the end discrete.
Letter after letter we immersed in our longing
Bullets and books and the telephone ringing
How we met is the crowd’s favourite
Why tell them about the separation so exquisite?
Like the clouds roll over the grey sky
Choices long defeated memories of that July
Rain-soaked nights dare them to dream
Once again, her aroma bathes him.
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