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Time stood still

2 a.m. and sleep is a struggle,
Outside it starts to drizzle,
The supple bed's not been helpful,
Nor the soft music, not at all.

What occurred in the afternoon between 5 and 6 p.m.,
Seems like a fateful dream,
Mind keeps repeating,
The scene that's happening.

At the park in my usual afternoon rest,
You come and sit to me next,
We just sit there not saying anything,
Could have said something, but nothing.

We watch the sun sets together,
Delighting its beauty and wonder,
Catching some breath that’s hard,
Thinking had destiny dealt its card.

After seems like a decade passed,
You stand and leave fast,
Feeling awed, never bad,
Thinking, t’was the best conversation I ever had.
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