What insta-audience reads:
Perhaps,
In that every meeting
We were only exchanging smiles,
from the other platform.
Each then parted
to different destinations.
Some routes cross still,
Others diverge -- further as we go.
Perhaps,
If we were to meet once more
Would then be, a terminal stop?
Or just another station,
With only fading memories
Of me -- waving
Silently shouting
from the other platform?
***
What I really wrote haha:
We were once strangers,
Clicked the instance we met.
Then time passes by,
To different lines we parted.
Yes some routes crossed still,
Every once in a while,
But sometimes diverged, further as we go.
Perhaps
If we meet once more,
Would it be, at a final stop,
Heading the same way home?
Or would it be at, just another station --
Again exchanging smiles,
from the other platform?
Perhaps
If we meet once more,
[Would there still be chances
Or only faded memories?]
Would you just remember the 'me you knew',
Or just the 'me you saw waving',
from the other platform?
And perhaps
If we meet once more,
Would you still prefer a -- me?
Oh silly me,
Have you ever, though?
I know I would.
The spark was there,
Way back then.
I felt it, someone sensed it
But I denied
Well hello, it came back.
Or maybe all along
It never left.
You made me feel like it was right
But I'm afraid to be wrong again.
Then again.
[Will there still,
Be chances
Of me and you?
Or shall it remain
Faded memories
Of me and you?]
--
And I said:
"Ha. Stalk, stalk lah sampai jatuh hati lagi. Nanti patah hati (lagi), padan muka."
--
Taktahulah sebenarnya rasa apa. Kadang jatuh hati kadang sedar sendiri. Siapalah kita, just another friend dari kawan yang berjuta.
Selamatlah, masing-masing menjalani kehidupan.
