Forgotten words

Hey you,

There are strangers we meet. Ones who pass us on the street, the ones you share a smile with, on the subway or a tram. Then, there was you. 

All of you. Haunted eyes, sad smile. Something about you made me want to reach out but I didn’t. How could I? It would have come across as creepy! But you know the feeling when you’re in the midst of everything and you look for an anchor? To ground you? That was what it felt like. For me. 

Here we were, two strangers drifting through life, meeting each other by chance. Our lonely tracks intersecting. Memories made over coffee and karaoke. In the jungle of skyscrapers, you became home. 

I don’t know if I will ever see you again. But I carry these memories back with me, where I go. 

Love, 

Me

Inspired by - Lost in translation