I gaped from the shock,
As I stare at your eyes, now,
How are we to know?
Now, wearing older faces,
Never thought we’d meet here.
Looks like a love story.
You looked at me,
Like you’ve never seen me this way before.
But, I look at you with a familiar glimmer.
I forced not to smile,
As I held both my cold hands,
And stood there with my sweaty feet.
I failed to remember words,
It ate me instead.
You glanced back, and bid your goodbye.
Somewhere long ago,
We’ll we know?
How’d it go, if this is still yours?
I’ll have to (let you) know.
