the first time i saw you
in the shadow of the train
under the moonlight
the soft patter of rain.
my hair was wet,
and i started shake
but stood there for hours
just to see your face.
i ran to see you closer
and i didn't expect
the reaction that i had,
the fact that i wept.
you were cold
but somehow still warm.
i fell into you
fell into your arms.
i think of it everyday when i wake, when sleep
perhaps one day it will be more than a dream.
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