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I see your face in every passing reflection Imagin

I see your face in every passing reflection
Imagining the could haves and what ifs
How much hurt can be packed in so few words
And completely shift the axis of the world

 It was an ordinary day in which we met
No one could even call it remarkable
Clouds had been painted the darkest gray by some dismal artist's hand

Straggling in the midst of the late morning crowd
Some walking, Others rushing
All getting drenched no matter what they did

Only things in my possession were my faded blue raincoat and an old black umbrella that had clearly seen better days.

Nevertheless, I persisted.
Surging forward, trying my utmost to dodge both puddles and people

Of course, does clumsiness ever strike when needed?
Never as far as my knowledge can recall.

I tripped, slipped, and fell.

Did you catch me?

No, but you did catch my umbrella.

And when we locked eyes, the universe burst into colors
In every shade imaginable

Gently cradling me up off the ground
Questioning if I'm alright
As I'm responding, the old umbrella finally gives up and decides to give way to the wind.

You gaze at me in concern and I give in to the desire to laugh and save the tears for another day
And you finally grin along once you realize I'm okay

A split second connection when we were intertwined
One moment and a whole lifetime has passed

I give you my thanks 
Gently shake your hand
Bid each other farewell
Turn away and realize, I never got your name

Too late, I lost you to the crowd
Lost to an endless sea of faces

Will you remember me?
The brief flash in which our souls connected

I see the truth in the fact that the most bittersweet words are could haves and what ifs.

©Shruti #Poetry #shrutispoetry #firstmeeting #Love
I see your face in every passing reflection
Imagining the could haves and what ifs
How much hurt can be packed in so few words
And completely shift the axis of the world

 It was an ordinary day in which we met
No one could even call it remarkable
Clouds had been painted the darkest gray by some dismal artist's hand

Straggling in the midst of the late morning crowd
Some walking, Others rushing
All getting drenched no matter what they did

Only things in my possession were my faded blue raincoat and an old black umbrella that had clearly seen better days.

Nevertheless, I persisted.
Surging forward, trying my utmost to dodge both puddles and people

Of course, does clumsiness ever strike when needed?
Never as far as my knowledge can recall.

I tripped, slipped, and fell.

Did you catch me?

No, but you did catch my umbrella.

And when we locked eyes, the universe burst into colors
In every shade imaginable

Gently cradling me up off the ground
Questioning if I'm alright
As I'm responding, the old umbrella finally gives up and decides to give way to the wind.

You gaze at me in concern and I give in to the desire to laugh and save the tears for another day
And you finally grin along once you realize I'm okay

A split second connection when we were intertwined
One moment and a whole lifetime has passed

I give you my thanks 
Gently shake your hand
Bid each other farewell
Turn away and realize, I never got your name

Too late, I lost you to the crowd
Lost to an endless sea of faces

Will you remember me?
The brief flash in which our souls connected

I see the truth in the fact that the most bittersweet words are could haves and what ifs.

©Shruti #Poetry #shrutispoetry #firstmeeting #Love
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