We met before, didn't we?

In the crowd we moved, we flew back

back together, drawing so many parallel

lives to live a thousand times more.

We shook hands in summer rain,

run before the cold grasped,

I knew a certain hallway before it could—

drain in the autumn fall, I persuaded

to walk back, we did. We talked in front

of the noiseless chamber, until it's time

to bring a pause.

We parted ways to meet again,

You glanced back in the cycle of ages,

where seconds wearily ticked off,

the world continues to whir on.

Spring turned out as bitter cold,

Leaves started to fall as dark lovers,

my dreams whimpered under the grey

clouds, in the cold stone: memories

started to fade like an echo of death.

We didn't meet again,

Our encounter fade away, in the lamp

of a street, I—grown up on the time scale,

Touch the grey clouds across the sky,

Spring comes back to bid adieu.

I drive into in the ocean sky,

flaring my arms as bold as bee,

leaving blue days behind me,

Summer striked like lilacs in my back,

but—it's the sunflower, murmuring

of blue sea mornings.

Suddenly everything's same but different,

We met before, didn't we?

— 6th November, 2024.