The Woman In Another City

It’s strange
They say
It should be what it was
He thought

But it is the past
His past of romance
The only romance he knew
He only had that
With that long gone

And that he had known
He turned a mad man
It was what was missing
That emptiness had to be filled
To continue living

Till yesterday he was
Who snickered at it
He despised
What he didn’t have
It was gone
It was too remote
Remoter than the past

But a sudden twist has altered it
His mind changed
Hope installed
Life revived
He felt for it
It's for real
It's a long gone life\

But returned differently
Treats him differently
He now knows the name
He now knows
It’s for real

The return has given
What he has lost for long

He thinks for a name
Then it is the smile he sees
He thinks again
It’s the laughter he hears
He thinks more he feels her
The woman in another city

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