;

at 3 am there's a familiar face in my dreams. I wake up and my cold feet touch the floor. cold feet upon cold floor. I know I just saw you pass by. The same way I have seen you pass by, a million times over and over in corridors,roads,dreams and what not. the same way I'll be seeing you in a room twenty years later. there'd be people around and you'll pass by,like a stranger. I wouldn't know. but the seventeen year old girl in me would. you wouldn't stop before me. but the seventeen year old boy in you would. they'd just stand there and stare at each other's faces. she with a little jasmine in her long hair. he with a light moustache in his black tee. they'd kiss until we both leave the room, maybe they'd cry. we would take them with us, those little parts of us, but we wouldn't know. we wouldn't know that they'd still live inside us or that they have ever lived inside us. they wait until they meet again like cherry trees waiting for