I've Just Seen a Face
Posted: 17 Apr 2023, 13:48
I've Just Seen a Face
Cold nose and crowded underground
I see your back fading to the metro
I see you
I see you and everyone else seem blurred — so thin and flimsy.
Forty-seven minutes is all it took
Your words chink lights through my hollow and whisper life beyond the permanence of dullness and work
I just want all the world to see we’ve met
I want to shout out all the things that we whispered
For the last forty-seven minutes, I feel the catharsis that is equivalent to writing raw emotions on paper
— with my fierce hand and frail soul
For the last ten minutes, I feel the only rush of uncertainty I enjoy
The riddle of a stranger.
Not knowing is not so bad
Even makes it a lot easier
I don’t know you, and for all I know I can make you up, I can make you anything I want you to be
There’s no limit to this concept as long as I’m not knowing enough to set one
Is it too soon for me to conclude?
Is it wrong to recognize this feeling as somewhat love?
I feel ashamed even to write it on paper, of the word love
As I will sound shallow and easily satisfied
Maybe I am.
But I don’t want to waste the word, love
Or maybe it is the Japanese phrase: koi no yokan — the premonition of love
The feeling when you meet someone that you know, inevitably, you’re going to fall in love with them
If only I will ever meet you again
Funny how I constantly think of many scenarios of crazy scenes
Of all the grand gestures that I had imagined —
here I am, writing a message on the first page of your favorite book only to hope it will lead back to you —
Thank you for the book by the way.
Should I have run to you?
I feel like I would die just to stand still here, but my foot and my lack of bravery
Not even a single step I can make
Love is so costly when you think of it
Gatsby, Romeo and Juliet, will surely all agree.
Sure love is so costly, but a song can always preserve it
So I put on my headphone and it feels lighter than ever
Forty-seven minutes is enough for me to preserve you,
So I press play on the song: I’ve just seen a face
Cold nose and crowded underground
I see your back fading to the metro
I see you
I see you and everyone else seem blurred — so thin and flimsy.
Forty-seven minutes is all it took
Your words chink lights through my hollow and whisper life beyond the permanence of dullness and work
I just want all the world to see we’ve met
I want to shout out all the things that we whispered
For the last forty-seven minutes, I feel the catharsis that is equivalent to writing raw emotions on paper
— with my fierce hand and frail soul
For the last ten minutes, I feel the only rush of uncertainty I enjoy
The riddle of a stranger.
Not knowing is not so bad
Even makes it a lot easier
I don’t know you, and for all I know I can make you up, I can make you anything I want you to be
There’s no limit to this concept as long as I’m not knowing enough to set one
Is it too soon for me to conclude?
Is it wrong to recognize this feeling as somewhat love?
I feel ashamed even to write it on paper, of the word love
As I will sound shallow and easily satisfied
Maybe I am.
But I don’t want to waste the word, love
Or maybe it is the Japanese phrase: koi no yokan — the premonition of love
The feeling when you meet someone that you know, inevitably, you’re going to fall in love with them
If only I will ever meet you again
Funny how I constantly think of many scenarios of crazy scenes
Of all the grand gestures that I had imagined —
here I am, writing a message on the first page of your favorite book only to hope it will lead back to you —
Thank you for the book by the way.
Should I have run to you?
I feel like I would die just to stand still here, but my foot and my lack of bravery
Not even a single step I can make
Love is so costly when you think of it
Gatsby, Romeo and Juliet, will surely all agree.
Sure love is so costly, but a song can always preserve it
So I put on my headphone and it feels lighter than ever
Forty-seven minutes is enough for me to preserve you,
So I press play on the song: I’ve just seen a face