X and Y

In a large room… A crowd of people Whispers and smiles Relaxing music in the background I stood puzzled Turned around myself Faces are familiar but names are forgotten I tried to remember This face was for X That face was for Y This one used to love me That one was so harsh I tried, I couldn't Years passed With all their sorrow and gladness And here we met After the sunset That took everything And left in a hurry Debris of our souls Shapes of our bodies Our wrinkles Our small eyes The gray hairs The mellow hearts We might look old, but young inside We might look happy, but sad inside We might look alive, but dead inside This one pretended to be fine and that one pretended to be strong I was just watching in surprise Weaving a story in my mind I sarcastically laughed at them and at myself! Blackmatta