we stared into each other's souls only for a second,
and we knew it was the end.
the inevitable end,
the supposedly good for us end.

but what if i didn't want to give up yet?
is it still the end?

we looked away after that momentary contact,
walking away like it had never begun,
walking away as if i never yearned,
and reminisced about your smiles, jokes
and your words of comfort.

would i ever turn back to catch your eye?
would you ever run to hold my hand?
or are we a once in a lifetime moment,
a nostalgic song we'll smile tearily to,
listening to it after a decade?

has the end begun or are we in the epilogue already?

Everything I would think if I met some people from my life again.