One Day

One day

I’ll walk the strange hallway

I’ll be in the midst of a new crowd

Meet peculiar people.

One day

Unfamiliar scents will miss the old

Search for the missing;

Tired of replacements.

Then comes your absence.

One day

(If) I see you at the end of the road

Will my fingers creep for yours

Once I held so tight to.

Can I do it on my own?

I’m heading back to the start.

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