I passed by a familiar stranger that day,
Walking on 221B, Baker street.
My heart reckoned it was your face,
That I had lost five years ago, nostalgic.

Those striking calm turquoise eyes,
Seemed to have lost the glee and gay.
Skin, perfectly sun kissed and vibrant.
Only to be aged by the hurricanes of life.

Stressed, holding a black leather suitcase,
Walking away speaking over a Bluetooth.
You still ran your hand through your hair-
Blonde, not messy anymore but clean cut.

An apprehensive me watched you, far away.
Sliping away, not wanting to bring ruin to you.
Those cherry red lips still await,
The wake up kiss from this nightmare.

An old, overused Tommy wallet falls,
The present from the valentines of '10.
Tears escape without consent and smiles,
Now sure, about the drifting familiar stranger.

We lost each other somewhere in the lanes,
Of the sour fights, screams and silence.
The love's here to stay, despite the pain.
Decline, detest and hurt but we don't change.

Wishing I could reach out and hold you-
Intertwine hands, and start afresh.
Turn back the clock, five times and,
Do things differently to love us better.
I ran behind that stranger for a second chance.

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Today, I sit behind a work desk,
Wearing a band on my finger,
Our initials engraved; Nostalgic.
About the way universe conspired.

Smiles playing on my cherry red lips.