A Poem (10)

One thing you always said:
We will see each other again.
It never happened.
But sometimes,
I still see you.
See your hair,
notice your smile,
your smell.
But never your face.
Maybe it’s better like this,
but still.
Sometimes I ask myself;
Is this,
how it was meant to be?

But I am sure,
you meet twice in life.
See you then.

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