A look in the wrong direction,
A glance that would mark the start.
A stare that is still remembered,
In a blink that could break the heart.
A bond that could never be broken,
A connection to be felt.
A twist of fate that fooled you,
A rapport that once made you melt.
A whisper of words of comfort,
An utter of pain as well.
A declaration of I love you,
but for how long is left unsaid.
A bank of memories to reflect on,
A dozen good and a matching dozen bad.
A vault that is seldom opened,
A safe with no known combination,
Until someone else breaks the code.
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