To A Man Who Walked By, Poem by Medusa Waves

To a man who walked by,
I am only a fly
-senseless and pity-just like a fly
but he-to me, is something much more
a feeling i get-like we met before
and perhaps we did, in a past life
perhaps we were married and i was his wife-
and killed by the jealous, we meet up again
but as i look at your eyes-you see me inane
my eyes dropping hard, i felt quiet ashamed
i felt unachieved-my words not attained
and as we pass by, i give a glance back
-to see that you werent looking back
i kept walking on, thinking outloud-
smiled to myself and yelled to the crowd
'We'll meet once gain-someway and somehow! '