ONE FINE DAY….

The smiles had as if never been there
The wall between us seemed to have always been.

Seemed like strangers meeting from alien lands
The wordless void – never before, yet seemed to have always been.

Conversations, inconclusive, disagreeable – but endless, no matter
The unfamiliar terse taciturn tempered you seemed to have always been.

Spontaneity, with no trace of diplomacy or disclaimers, had been the norm
All that – eyes meeting, then departing without greeting – seemed to have always been.

You were the last person, and time was the last thing I ever expected to run out of
The unknown unmistakable air of ‘time-table’ about you – seemed to have always been.

Nothing spoken, nothing heard; no culpable crime
Yet I could see the present wipe clean the past – which seemed to have always been.

I woke up a different girl; you woke up a different man
And it seems that’s the way it has always been.