Mark my words

Sometimes when I say
“If this all there is, it would be enough”
It doesn’t carry the depth it should.
What I am desperately thinking is of a you, him or she from another time.
Yesterday I stumbled into a bar
Only to see a new version of someone I loved standing in the doorsill
Of my New World.
I forgot how much sepia can fill in a room
And how much I loved the color
And frankly I knew then
That I was blessed to encounter him again
And the statement above, suddenly rang crystal clear.

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