i remember
staring at a pouring rain
through thick-glass windows
one night after work,
and you, barely a few feet away
discussing the apostrophes of life
with a colleague,
an after-dinner gossipy interlude
before more work,
we were just metres apart,
secluded from the torrent,
breathing in the soft breeze,
yet in different worlds--
worlds hyphenated by a
seeping divide that refused
to yield to paeans of want
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