Too much Virtual
I wonder if this would have been better, had our meeting not lasted longer
Us parting as lovers of a brief hint in time
Wild and intense with a sudden breath and death
Described in Shakespearan plays
Not a day more, not a day less, just a perfect 11
Where we knew, just enough about each other
Not a bit more, not a bit less
To walk away as leisurely as the way we sauntered in
With a hint of mystery clinging in the air
Like the leftover smoke of a clove flavoured cigarette
Having shared with each other a bunch of eclectic memories and someday lists
But never holding on to them or remembering them fondly
Not even to say, "I once talked to someone who..."
We wouldnt dare to bring it up because it was barely there
As the mist that lingers after sunrise
Us being so unsure about it
"You knew who? Did you?"
Did I really?
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