Painful Encouter

In a crowded pub on a Friday night

Their eyes suddenly met

And all the memories came back

“Is that really her?” he asked himself

Or it is his mind playing tricks on him

Don’t she know he was always searching for her

In the crowds, movies and books?

Is it too late to ask her for a dance?

Where he can lays in her arms and dream forever

Yes, it is too late

He is just a torn page in her book now

That night he went home with tears in his eyes

He didn’t know the meaning of loneliness

Until she walked away from his life