OLD LOVE
Chance meeting
On the street...
Sparks fly
Between them,
As before
They ceased
To meet.
Emotions surface --
Left poised,
On top of wave
After wave
Of joy --
Or is it anguish?
Eyes search
Each other's
Empty souls...
For a brief,
Tantalizing,
Fleeting moment
They become one,
Fulfilled again --
Then contact breaks,
As before,
And each goes
His and her
Own way
Without speaking...
For what
Is there
Left to say?
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