Our feet touch And that familiar spark returns The one that occured When our eyes met 9 years ago In that dark, circular room Where only we existed Where pain became peripheral Where a foundation emerged From nothing and no one
A man who knowsHe will dieHow does a moment lookDifferent to himThan the analyticalLost man in the screenWho pines about machinesEven eludingThat he is machineHow does his cup of coffee tasteDifferentIs it different whenThe wind blowsThe rain startsThe seasons changeThe sun goes downIn a day or 3 yearsSandwiched betweenNow and infinityA man who knowsHe will …
I want to remember a timeA time I can’t recallBefore I was createdWay before I diedWhen words were freeAnd purity wasSome old friends got togetherTo talk and laughAt nothing reallyNot even really friendsJust an excuse to laughBefore the machines spokeAnd wroteBased on words and dataThat no one remembersOr understandsA time I can’t recallI wonder if …
When Our Eyes Met
Our feet touch
And that familiar spark returns
The one that occured
When our eyes met
9 years ago
In that dark, circular room
Where only we existed
Where pain became peripheral
Where a foundation emerged
From nothing and no one
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