No words Spoken

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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