Who are you?
Do I know you?
Hollowness in my gut tells me we have met before
You and I have had this moment before.
Say 37 odd times.
Yet nothing has changed
We meet, we look at each other
Gush over our greatness
Smile back at past moments
Promise to move forward
But nothing sticks
You move on and I stay here
Wondering about our next meet
Planning how I will make it different the next time.
Maybe the 38th time will be spectacular,
I am learning the power of manifestation.
Get ready, dear friend
Just 12 tiny months, until we meet again.
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