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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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