She walked by holding her steps
taking her time in moving an inch
thinking of perhaps a friend
who will no more be seen.
she raised her head
to look one last time at the corridor
where not again
waiting eyes would she find
and then our eyes matched
to bid Goodbye.
Pacing his steps
to reach towards a location
from where he could see
the girls of his dream
for the last time,
Thinking of her holding his heartbeat
he looked outside the corridor
for a final glimpse
and then our eyes matched
to bid goodbye.
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