How many times have we
thought of a name from our past?
A name that will not leave
our spare moment thoughts
that leaves us paranoid
with expectancy that we’ll meet.
Our biggest problem
is will we recognize them
amongst the sea of faces
that we pass every day?
Then how will we react
if we do actually meet them?
Questions begin to gather
from every corner of our mind.
Soon our mind is a mess
as our expectancy grows.
We try to think of other things,
but their name keeps coming back,
leaving us with no peace,
only an expectancy
that might not ever happen.
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