The party was long over,
And though from that day on,
On and off, I had been thinking of you,
I knew those thoughts never meant to stay.
Until one day, appeared a familiar face on a screen,
Long forgotten souvenir of a winter night’s dream
Parading as a timeless wink, not there to greet,
Yet strolling by to meet my gaze again.
A belated bait… was it? An angel’s trick?
Fate’s blink? Some random face on a screen,
I was then aware, many times, I would see again…