Strangers

@SAM, Singapore

You are seated at a coffee shop near by the school I was teaching at
You’ve got those lovely eyes, seems smiley all the time
You seem happy, in cloud-nine
I sat nearby just to take a closer look
I’m certain you’ve noticed but chose to ignore
I can see those hands, they’re well-painted
Moisturized by your favourite sweet-smelling cream
That lipstick your mum gave you
Made your lips look like you just had strawberry
I can taste the sweetness
Sour, bitter at the same time
The way you dressed, so timeless and classy
Who wouldn’t notice?
You are having your favourite cup
Talking to the man you were with yesterday and a few days ago
Him again?
You are happily giggling while twirling your styled hair
You are excitedly telling him about how your day was
You are openly sharing your thoughts about the news on TV
You are certainly whispering to him about the foolish-looking man outside
You are breathing into his ears, your sweet nothings.

I was that guy a few years ago.
I was in that same seat, doing the same things..with you.
I’m uncertain how time flew so fast
Distance grew so far that despite looking face to face
We seemed to have become ,lamentably
STRANGERS.


Inspired by a story of a male friend. =) and I somehow can relate to the “I used to be close to that person. He used to remember my birthday, even my family’s birthdays, now what happened?”- kind of feeling.

About Miss_Pia

Neurotic Health-care Professional who enjoys sleeping, running, reading, introspecting, pole art and exploring new things and sometimes, places!
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