I saw you across the gas station
A toppling establishment halfway to my unknown destination
Nothing but miles of road as far as I could see
Trusting the faded white line to take me somewhere I could be freeI caught your eyes over the top of my car
And I could tell we'd both come from many miles far
I had never seen you before
A perfect stranger’s face I couldn't help but adoreI choked on the air’s thick gasoline coat
Or maybe that was my heart caught in my throat
For so long I’d been running away
But once I saw your smile, I no longer felt like a strayTank filled up, it was time for me to go
This undeniable connection to a stranger was irrational I know
But the reverse sort of déjà vu tearing through my heart
Convinced me that one day in my life you'd play a monumental part
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Tacenda
Poetrytacenda (n.) things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence