Stare as if your looking for someone;
Waiting for the exact moment when your paths may cross.
I do the same.
Are we looking for each other?
Could there be truth to the thought
That as you sit staring across from me
As I do,
We are somehow connected?
Chained by the maze made of the tile on the floor.
Your body shifts away from mine,
But your toes are pointed straight in my direction.
The energy;
Misled often by patterns of the moment
Seems to strike me directly in the chest.
Are we looking for each other?
As you're writing
(as I do),
Do you dream up similar thoughts,
Or maybe you're drawing;
Creating a picture
Of someone that you want to see.
Is it me?
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