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Your Story

I sometimes sit and just wonder

What became of us

We might not have found each other

Or we may have but made too little fuss.
I wonder if you wonder if I exist, if there is really a “destiny”

And if you do what could have been, had I chosen you

I wonder what you’d share to me

I wonder about your story

I wonder if your wondering why we haven’t or never met

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Not Mine

He told me a story 

One about love and humor

He smiled in a way I’ve never seen before

His eyes wide and excited

A thrill in his voice
He talked about love

But it was one not to be mine

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Touch

I used to write about poetry

About love, why I’m happy

Now, it seems I’m always in agony

Sharing about misery 
Maybe I lost my touch

As I drifted away and such

Maybe I never really had much

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Our Conversation 

I looked in his eyes and saw reflections of me

Does he understand? Does he truly see?

What we could be

I and he.
I say I love him, I said it shamelessly 

I feel light, I feel free

His eyes seem to smile happily.
His mouth parted as if he was about to say something

Then I woke up hearing my own heart breaking.