Such an irony, how a minute awaited for long
Could just pass with nothing done
Or probably the best way a moment could happen
Is by letting that moment takes part, and us giving in?
I’ve been wondering all this time, of what I would do, if I ever see you again after these years.
Would I be raging and losing my control,
transferring my worst emotion to you
saying things I’ve always wanted to say?
Or would my pride overwhelm me
Fake smile and short hello
Like an old friend
Although we both know the term has never define us
Or I might not even recognize you at all
Drowning in lines of nostalgic memories
It is not you whom I miss
It is your shadow, the time and space that has been used up
But I did neither
I know it’s you
A delight in that crowded café in a busy weekday
You’ve changed, but I haven’t
I am still infatuated by your presence
I took a few step behind
So that I could indulge in your beauty
I have been deprived of my daily bless
How pleasant you are to my eyes
No fake greetings no anger
I want to tell you about places I’ve been visited
I want to tell you I just broke my leg
But there will only be a minute
Let’s wait for a better time to converse, I said
Although I know that time is never right
So I took that last minutes to savour you
Greedily absorbing your lines, your eyebrows, your deep eyes, your lips
Sealing your last look in my mind
And I bid farewell
A wordless goodbye