Reminisce

He feels she is close by;
After a long time,
The sound of footsteps,
Reminds him of her.

She seems her old,
Carefree self.
And so is he,
Somewhere between
Lost and spent.

The past is put back
In the wake of realisation
That his love is meant for
Anybody but her.

But, the familiar sound
Of footsteps?
It is not she.
Nevertheless, one feels
What one wants to feel.
He is touched by life.

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