Stranger we met, <br />Stranger we depart, <br /> <br />Warm is my hand, <br />Colder is my heart, <br /> <br />Sad it is not, <br />Nor it should be, <br />For losing ecstasy, <br /> <br />When our eyes meet, <br />For not being melt, <br /> <br />Nor overwhelmed by <br />Your presence when you pass by, <br /> <br />It feels no more happy, <br />When it sees your extra ordinary <br />Charm, <br /> <br />You are not my future nor present, <br />But only a part, <br /> <br />As a whole not a half, <br />I began to myself <br />Confirm: <br /> <br />You were once, <br />For some seconds, <br /> <br />The most beautiful part <br />Of my sad, dead past.<br /><br />nadia abduljabbar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/departure-90/
