The first time I saw you,
I had an epiphany, your eyes,
they followed me, from time- behind,
when I didn't have this body.
We don't join our hands,
nor our bodies, just the lips,
then, we run away.
Everything we said, we had already hear say
you know, i'm cursed & you're a fugitive
but for some reason, we're doomed to meet us
every time and again, until we let's say...
.
.
.
.
I know you. M.
