Best kept

Why is that? when I’m not looking I always find you

Always in a way that catches me, standing

Maybe even sitting, just staring;

A gaze that holds to grasp the words that won’t seem to come to pass,

“Is it really you?” , too stuck to ask

And as the moments past,

I can’t help but notice, that even if I let you pass

I still helped myself to notice, to see my future before it passed ;


Published by Alpha’s Poetry notes

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