Strangers, that's how we started
Did not even say hello when we met at the hall
You shared your passion, I shared mine
Yet, there's still a space.
We had dinner, the food was great
Yet, the space is getting bigger.
After a day's work I did not expect
That the space can be easily closed.
With liquor on the table
Conversing with one another; it was a nice start.
We were so many back then
Did not even get the chance to seriously talk with you.
What reminds me of that night
Is a picture we had; yet, there's still a space.
It was then our last night in the foreign land
But we have managed.
At our last dinner together
I could never forget the entire scene.
We were at the wash nook
Concerned of our hands, and suddenly you said
"Happy birthday to you'
I did not know what to say; did not even think about it.
While eating, i realized
That it could be my celebration on that foreign land.
Good thing that you remembered
What i had almost forgotten.
And my greatest fear came
That the space between us will expand.
As we left the house, rode on the bus
I got bothered.
When will we see each other again?
Or will we?
You reached first your destination
As i tried to look at you
You called out my name
I responded, and one thing sealed that space
A handshake
That's all we could give.
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