Fragments of Us

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Maybe it is a glimpse of us—

I am here,
In the bustling heart of the city, 
Amidst the chatter and the crowd, 
I caught a fleeting glimpse of you, 
A moment both clear and shrouded.

Your laugh, a soft echo from the past, 
Cut through the noise of the midday rush, 
And in that brief, suspended beat, 
Time seemed to pause, to hush.

We were young once, unburdened by the weight 
Of the world’s relentless pace, 
Our days were full of laughter and light, 
And each moment held a trace.

But now, in this crowded café, 
Where strangers share their lives and dreams, 
I see your face in the coffee steam, 
A vision that slips and seems.

The way you moved, the warmth in your eyes, 
A glimpse of what once was clear, 
But as quickly as it came, it fades, 
Lost in the shuffle, the ever-changing sphere.

Our paths, once so intertwined, 
Have diverged in a dance of fate, 
And though I reach for what’s behind, 
It’s just a shadow, a fleeting state.

I try to catch that image again, 
But you’re gone, like a wisp of air, 
Leaving me with a soft regret, 
And the faintest scent of what we were.

So I walk on, with a smile and a sigh, 
In the wake of that brief encounter’s touch, 
Holding onto the glimpse of us, 
And cherishing it just enough.