I met you in the corridor.
Passing without spoken word.
Averting eyes to avoid war.
Your steps were those of a bird.
A smile falls on my face.
Pain twinges my heart.
Where is my place?
From you I feel so far.
Could things have changed?
Do you want to try again?
I still have that picture frame.
I still hold you within.
Please come back to me.
What is the rush for?
I need us to be.
I met you in the corridor.
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