I was there,
unaware of time itself,
watching you
though you will never know my name.
I imagine you and I
a couple,
this could be love
if you believe in love,
and I imagine so many things
we could do to pass the time.
Will this be the first and last
time I see your face?
I saw you sitting there,
you acknowledged me,
but you didn’t say a word to me.
How often do I see someone like you,
someone I could find myself
in love with
but I will never say a word to you…
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