eyes met
yet
under the blanket of thoughts
words slept
silences crept
through hesitant smiles
as we perfected
the art of looking sideways.
that story of missed connections
has long ended.
but now if your heart tended
towards mine
which has much mended
and so it'd be fine
if you were to rewrite
nimble new colors
you might
as well find
in me
just be kind
to see.
no promise
of other ending
no promise
of glory
but atleast
a better story
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