random encounters

i have no idea how to spell her name, much less speak her language.
i have no email, address, or phone number from which to reach her.
i have but a memory of convoluted feelings, on a night of random encounters.

alas, there is about a 0.0000000000000000001% chance that i will ever meet her again.
but yet, my heart craves for it, for that moment to materialise into another sweet encounter.

rationality does not exist in the game of love.
in fact, nothing does.
you create it all,
and you have to end it all.

i pass on a gentle thank you, for reminding me of how it feels like.
you & me. always, but not forever.

so here's goodbye to you,
and the things that could have been,
that never will be.


till then.