That Boy

I found you on the sidewalk
leaning on the rusty rails
drumming your fingernails
on them.

I think you were thinking
of long-lost kites,
few dramatic lies
that untethered them.

I was just a fleeting face
in a passing car,
or a crowded bar,
where you had been.

I've seen you everywhere-
time and again,
making bargains,
for things that weren't yours!

Funny thing is that
I've done the same
played the never-ending game
over and over again.

Sometimes I wonder
what would have
happened if you too
had noticed me?




P.S: Recycling an old poem I wrote quite some time ago. Chanced upon the song that inspired me to write this, so gave in to nostalgia. Haven't changed the bits I don't like anymore, because imperfection is the charm of reminiscence.