When The Light Turned Green

Even to this night, I keep on wondering if our walks crossed too early of a time.

If the light turning green was never a sign for us to steal glances and briefly had our hearts skip.

That probably, it was only a light attempting to tell us to go.

That time wasn't at the keeper's hand, yet without a compass you came to me like a sailor's best.

You almost made me forgot we were in partial fulfillment of something cliché,

because your eyes I could have sworn had a promise to catch me the north star, or the

creatures at the midnight zone of the sea, and everything I wasn't suppose to imagine.

Until the vehicles blared and begin moving, I missed the red light but you're not here. The north star remained still, the sea hid its creatures again.

Everything I was suppose to imagine vanished, your heart turned a faint call I cannot hear.

Perhaps, we're too late.

Or maybe, too much.

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