Thursday, December 31, 2020

Poetry #187

And so our chance encounter ends.
I won't be hearing you call my name
as I happen to mishear you call me.

Maybe one day, we'll meet again,
beyond our dreams, over the stars,
Or perhaps, in front of an altar.

I just so would want to once more,
hear you say my name.
Some silly day dream, that is.

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