Where were you sitting, the last time you met those eyes?
Or rather more accurately, the last time you read that emotion.
Maybe it was the corner seat of a bus in the early sunrise,
Or perhaps the passing face of a stranger without much a notion.
What were you wearing, at the most cherished of moments?
The wind streaming through your memories in a lonesome bliss,
Or sounds of sparkling conversation warmly growing exponents,
What’s most dear might even be a simple song, notes sung amiss.
How were you walking, the first time you hummed out loud?
A tune that represented a wrinkle in time that you can hide,
Were you strutting along head held up in expectation, out and about;
Or rather a slow shuffle, half dancing in the safety of a comfy abode?
When does the most freeing thoughts come to you?
Deep in thought, a fleeting moment of concentration and grace,
Or maybe the sudden flash of a stranger passing by, leaving a clue;
Maybe, maybe, in the reflection of yourself, self-inspiration in its place…
Written by: Dasith Tilakaratna
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