her eyes rumaged for me from a thousand miles,
she clutched unto my memories like her fragrance,
she stood in a corner, wondering if i had see her and be all smiles,
or maybe i isolated myself just to avoid her disturbance.
she dressed in my favourite colour green,
hoping they had be able to reignite the almost dead flame,
To rekindle the ecstacy and passion of desires that was once real,
or maybe her thoughts were obsolete and lame.
her excitement made her restless,
that she could not wait for me to hold her like old times,
affections and love were always ageless,
that she couldnt forget me calling her mine.
our eyes collided and we were both flummoxed,
Her expectation grew bigger,
I wasnt the one she had infered,
she ran away from her love, who now became a stranger.
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