Haven’t we met before?

By chance we crossed one another, walking down a crowded street,

The wind rustling stray locks of hair around my face.

As a stranger you waltzed by me, memories from long ago suddenly appeared

Deep emerald green eyes caught my wandering gaze, carrying me to exotic India.

Like the fragrant scent of a rose that you can never forget,

A sweet smell of cinnamon trailed your departing form.

Can’t say for sure or my eyes are playing tricks on me

Your sudden appearance stuck hard and refused to let go.

Lost again, like a tear in a flowing rapid.

In the years to come when I am old.

I know that in my heart I shall question

The reason I didn’t pick up the chase after you to question;

Haven’t we met before?