We Met In One Evening Poem by Abeer Badr

We met in one evening

Narrated …Confabulation;

I sensed his passion for illusions.

We approached times.

We differed sometimes.

Look in his eyes,

Caught a glimpse of deep sadness,

Inquiries... Confusion...

Attracted me to the heart.

Lost my way in its maze,

Tired it ambiguity.

So, I returned to my place

and fine he went to his way.

Then I realized that.

He is Passerby,

Lover travel.