Stopping To Think About You Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

Perhaps I've run too far from you
and in my pride to surpass the past
I passed your smile without stopping.

But I've glanced. Oh! how I've glanced
so many times, and even now after
these many years of not seeing you

of not dreaming you, I still know by heart
every colour your lips dressed in those mornings
we were waiting for the bus. Back then

in my shyness I had told myself
you could not possibly see
anything good in me.