EXpect
Maybe I expected a couple of weeks more,
now at the ending a whisper
or a kind word,a gesture a farewell.
The world is big,maybe we collide,
maybe in this vast land,our eyes catch up again,
in a crowd ,in a distant land.
Foreign to us,but we feel familiar again
enjoy a coffee with a select words spoken,
but our hearts restlessly awoken ,
and once more they beat a rhythm ,
long time ago thought forgiven.
Always thought,
that the world is big enough,
to cover our tracks,
to hide ourselves .