Meeting you

I met you today after a long time,

And now I am wondering where to begin the conversation?

Of that moment when we chose our separate paths,

Or those moments when, despite being apart,

Your picture remained in some corner of my mind.

Or that moment, how these years passed,

The feeling of loneliness despite being in a crowd.

Or those moments where there were

Countless unsuccessful attempts to forget you.

.......

You are sitting in front of me,

But I am still talking to myself.

There is a lot of turmoil in my mind

But it seems as if my tongue has frozen.

......

Come on, you tell me something,

How did your years pass?

Were there memories of me in those moments of your life?

Or have you moved so far on your path

That even my memories have been left far behind?