Maybe we have met before.
I don’t know why I feel so sure
that something is to
culminate between me and you.
Maybe it’s not as new
and as fresh as the dew
that the sky sprinkles on a leaf—
I don’t know why I hold this belief.
I met a lot of people
before and after we met each other.
But maybe these conversations differ
from all those that we both share.
I thought that maybe
it’s all up in my mind how I supposed you to be.
But later, I observed that your personality
was naturally very close to my fantasy.
We are not mirrors to each other.
One doesn’t resemble the another.
Maybe, that’s how we are
close to the other, yet so far.