You visit me now and then.
A similar smile or glance or gate —
It can be anything, at any time, simply fate;
And there you are, once again.
What bound us together
That held us in its grip?
Where is it now, once so strong, once forever?
Like a memory of a foreign land,
Just a passing dream turned to sand.
I went back to our home,
And there were strangers living there.
They took no notice of my stare.
How could they know?
Why would they care?
They gave me pause,
And made me wonder:
Is theirs to be only a dream
In time’s endless stream?
Only a dream.
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