Crowded
It was all crowded
but my mind was not crowded
instead it occupied the thought of one
And I stayed looking for you
across city hues
waiting for a familiar face
to smile
I had missed you by minutes
And those minutes were unfair
Because that single thought of finding you
seem to have flooded everywhere
I guess it's too late
This wasn't our fate
I could still tell you though
how much it meant
to atleast know your name
and synchronize
for maybe a moment or three
while the sun would set too
and I would miss that view in those Godly minutes
because I would still be looking for you
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Elevation
PoetryA series of curious & personal poems about questions, doubts, and loveliness.