Years later, we would meet again.
Clasped in a different situation, than now.
Haunted by fresh ghosts
In love with separate people
With families in far off cities, waiting.
Eye to eye, nose to nose
Our thoughts accurate, coincident.
Seasoned with years of similar predicament
And ask this question
Quietly, under our mouths.
So as to dissolve the sound in our breaths
Ashamed, yet not shy
That,
Why didn't we kiss tonight.
When we could've
When we so could've.
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