I see you.

I am the small stream that doesn’t flow with the river,

I am the raindrop that doesn’t fall on the earth,

I am the flower that never blossoms,

Somewhere I exist,

I exist somewhere,

Maybe.

I am the last page of your book,

where you scribbled everything you didn’t want,

I am a poetry you didn’t read,

(because you thought I was too lengthy)

I am the boy in the crowd who always sees you,

But did you see me?

Maybe I don’t exist.

I see you,

I see you everyday,

But we walk past each other like strangers,

We are strangers;

Maybe you and I exist in different dimension

Maybe you don’t exist anymore,

I do.

Ruthesoul ©®™

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