Our story is not fully ours
Bits and pieces don't belong to us
Perhaps that book I read a year ago
And you picked up
Perhaps the love song
We crooned as children
Before adult love set in
Half stuck in adolescense
Half innocence
And the silent encounter
Of two lives
Which entwine and grow
But before this
Much before
When it was the beginning
If we could scale down to a beginning
When we didn't have a clue
When I was trying to outrun my shadow
And you were chasing a ghost
In the beginning
Perhaps in poems
Perhaps in songs
Or whispers of names and rumours
Of other lives
I am sure I marked you
Perhaps in my dreams
And maybe you featured
In random thoughts of sleepless nights
Which I didn't remember
When morning ensued
And we went on with our lives
With other heartaches and headaches.
Biding time, designing our lives.
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