Something Old
I saw you
And something just fell into place
Meeting again was so past due
After having between us so much space
You forgot me, my memory stayed true
Not even the slightest hint of my name, when put face to face
...
I told you your own name, and where we met first
It was finally then, you could picture the old me in your head
You told me I had changed, but not for the worst
I'm not the only one, for you the same can be said
...
We talked for a bit
Then we went silent
We would stare and sit
The quiet was quite violent (TØP)
...
Then we parted once more
Again I missed my opportunity
I don't know what I was scared for
It was probably cause I lacked spontaneity
You'll never know how I felt, since again I walked out of the door
The "What if" feeling now haunts me, except more brutally
Something old, as in an old crush...
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