Fleeting,
Busy,
Clashed.

Unprecedented,
Unprepared,
Regret.

Haste,
Lagged,
Mistakes.

Not even five minutes,
Our presence brushed past each other.

Delighted,
Enlightened,
Surprised.

Lingering,
Delirium,
Imagination.

My train of thoughts,
Surreal overthinking.

Not even five minutes,
I did not have enough time to register
What your demeanor was.

Not even five minutes,
I got to hear your voice,
How you were doing.

Deep regret.

I should have gotten out of my place.

You went away from my sight,
I tried to look high and low
For you, to no avail.

I thought I could find you,
but you went home.

I was too late
When I received that small piece of paper,
An opportunity,
Down to the drain.

That piece of paper,
520
Whoever wrote it,
Meant a lot.

Minutiae,
Ephemeral,
Ethereal.

Regret.

Too brief.

Craving for more? Down below:
Decisions. Dilemma.
Died.
When Breath Becomes Air by Paul Kalanithi (Book Review)
Love-Hate Relationship With Poems
Stewards
A Letter to Self
Blacked Out

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