STRANGERS AGAIN

Only if I knew
we’d be strangers once again,
I would have done strange things,
or maybe, little things,
a strange way.

The northern lights
we swore of visiting together,
I would have gulped down
a piece of it
down my throat
and my eyes would shine
with boundless colors,
I’ll catch you looking
deeply into them
not ready to miss even a flare.

Only if I knew
that the jubilant smile
I once fell for head over heels,
will be lost amid the crowd
I would have spent some time
more often,
gazing at the half-crescent moon,
that lifted your cheekbones up.

I would have memorized your face
with my fingertips,
the face I long forgot as the funeral pyres
the face dangling underneath
the hues of the lilac skies.
I would have trapped your smell
that never abandoned me,
poured down a drop of it
on my palm,
preserved it for forever,
and buried it deep into my ocean eyes
like a shiny pearl inside a sea-shell.

I would have left our footprints
on the haunted beach,
back in 2017
and the waves might have
immortalized them.
I would have paid more attention
to the annoying lectures of yours,
on how to wave a ‘Hi’ to a stranger,
and probably, a goodbye too.

Only if I knew
we’d be strangers once again.
Only if I knew
we’d be two unrecognized pieces of poetry
once again.
Only if I knew
history really does repeat itself.

Always and Forever

~THE ACCIDENTAL DEVELOPER