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Smiling at Sunset

Dear You,

Wasn't it the other day we met ?

There was no intention apart from business.

You came, I complied and it all went fine.

Nobody had noticed anything odd.

I still wonder why you came back.

Was it me or something I had told ?

I hadn't revealed any of my secrets.

You had none. We met at sunsets.

You told me something new each day.

I merely listened, thinking that this would end too soon.

You didn't end anything. I was amused.

You started quite a few things. I still thought nothing.

I believed I had it all, learnt it all.

But then you being you, it was all too novel.

You had me.

Yours,

Me.




Comments

Lucifer said…
I like the way stories complete themselves...
and sometimes I am jealous because of the same reasons...

but this is about you...lucky u!!

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