...

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If We Had Crossed Each Other's Path, 

.

if we had turned a chance corner, had

a chance encounter, bumped into one another 

at the library, in the bookstore,

the café, 

.

the beach, 

.

if fate had interjected - 

inserted a guiding hand -  

.

Well, we might've been.

.

.

But it never did

so we never were.

.

And now every February

I am broken hearted

by a phantom love affair 

that should've 

.

but never was.

.

.

.

I see it, a different life, on those

lonely nights 

when I cannot sleep 

but still fathom

.

to dream.

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