True story
After so many times i tried getting over you . Yet I still love you... I have found a way of convincing myself that we will meet again....and this is how it will go down...
I will be walking down the coffee alley in our local spar..... Pushing down one of those small trolleys...
I would pick up the last bottle of nescafe gold and walk down to go get some milk....
You would be on your way up from the butchery section...and i would accidentally run my trolley into you...
You will lean forward and call my name...by the time i look up...your voice had already familiarized itself in my head...we would exchange a few words as i realise that your already married...
We would say our goodbyes but at the back of our minds ...still think of the day we walked away, In the cold heavy rain....
It will still be the same, yet a different time. I will remember how your touch used to be my favourite wake up alarm in the morning and how your kisses always made my day.
We finally meet at the tills and say our goodbyes. Walking into your car and kiss your wife, handing your son a pack of jumping jacks.
I will enter my car and my husband will ask me who you are? .....and I'll respond with "someone I used to know" .....
Our souls will always carry the memory of our love.
You're the one who got away.
-LeeJay Norman
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A Note To Self
PoetryEmotions should be expressed With all their rawness.. No blur lines. Just Raw Emotions
