We are perfect but in a wrong situation

He came to my mind when the car broke down

And I met him again

but this time, in a bus

We both were late,

as if it was nicely planned out.  

A picture of him was faithfully kept

in my album, for 5 rusty years.

The funny thing is,

I don’t remember how it came about.

We were strangers back then.

You should take back the photo, you know...

it belongs to you.

There are boundaries where I can never, and will never cross.

Some other time, perhaps.