Her Tales

The Irony (Part 1)

If my books would be sold,
I'd imagine a lot of strangers
would come
and flip the book
And then finding that every story
Is just like theirs.

The heart that was once broken,
The smile that was once painful;
Maybe it would take them back to memories.

Amidst all this,
I wonder if two persons
Would ever held the same book,
Bought it on different days,
Read it on different hours.

Not knowing that their other half,
Is holding it too;
Reading and waiting for fate
To make them meet.