I seen the figure in the darkest of nights,
I seen his jacket, the bag, the hair,
everything was oh so similar but it wasn't you.
I still stopped in my tracks
my journey came to a close,
my heart dropped, I felt a cold sweat and for a single second I stopped breathing.
All because I thought I saw you.
Then I continued on, shook off everything around me and passed him once again.
Even if it was you I still wouldn't run into your arms because I know better then to give in.
We passed like strangers
but even strangers have a bigger connection then we do.
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PoetryTake my words as an offering from one reader to another - •These are kinda shit so don't expect some Edgar Allan Poe shit - •Post as I write because I don't have the time or patience for a schedule - •Collection between small and long poems - •N...
