Silently while waking through the streets
Of this noisy and crowded big city.
We meet again, unexpectedly!
Both accompanied by somebody else:
You, across the same street
Holding another man’s hand
And with a half smiled face,
You look at me like saying:
“You see? I have another man! ”
Even though you are still
Dying for me, I suspect! ...
I, slowly, walking along
With another woman
That incredibly resembles you.
Likewise, you with someone
That looks just like me!
Coincidence? Perhaps!
Here we are glancing at one another,
Perhaps both mad and jealous
Missing our hugs and passionate kisses,
Feeling the pain of being apart!
The irony of life again!
, slowly, walking along With another woman That incredibly resembles you. Likewise, you with someone That looks just like me! the funny part i like most befitting well with the thoughts yours.Nice one
Wow wonderful, i liked it very much.. Missing our hugs and passionate kisses...i dont know the one who misses me now feels like so but i dont...
Indeed..we have many ironies in life. Being with someone else while longing for another is one of them. I hope it won't happen to me 'cause I finally know how it feels like, thanks to this poem.
i have bumped into my ex time to time and get that same feeling. it hurts and makes me angry knowing she was once mine and now anothers. i have no idea if she feels the same maybe... because i believe we all hold on to something of person we once called ours
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a lovely write.. I hate being in that situation and having that feeling... but sometimes we move on for the best