It feels like a farewell you never saw coming.
Yet it's a farewell that resembles a greeting,
one that should never have been spoken.
It's the strangeness of looking into this person's face,
searching for what once was
— what was, what should have been.
It's the painful reintroduction to someone,
while mourning another version of them.
And at the same time,
you look into their eyes with boundless hope.
Hope that there was,
after all,
something that isn't.
The person
you thought you saw,
you thought you felt,
you thought you knew.
And the closer you look,
the greater the distance grows
from what once
seemed to be,
from what once
was meant to be.
It's that feeling of farewell,
arriving far too soon,
at a place you never wanted to reach.
That feeling of farewell,
as you wait,
hoping everything was different after all.
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The Art of Daydreams and Midnight Thoughts - A Poetry Collection
PoetryA collection that captures the delicate dance between longing for love, embracing life's journey, and striving to meet personal standards. These poems explore the quiet ache of desire, the beauty of self-discovery, and the pursuit of fulfillment in...
