I met you in the corridor.
Passing without spoken word.
Averting eyes to avoid war.
Your steps those of a bird.
Smile to brace.
Pain twinges in my heart.
Where is my place?
From you I feel so far.
Could things return the same?
Could we restart again?
I still have that picture frame.
I still hold you within.
Please come back to me.
Why and what are you rushing for?
Need us fixed to be.
I met you in the corridor.
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