Incomplete Memory

oh! i remember how we met
how you stood waiting
in front of the church
and how i drew crazy
through the traffic to
reach before you moved on
oh i remember how we met again
you had a swatch to repair
and i, a heart that needed care
And we walked like strangers
so as to not draw attention
from our hometown rangers
ah! what a memory!
it delights the moment
every time i think about it
its a memory of no regret
something i cant forget


(i dont know if this poem is complete, or has more to be written, hence leaving it the way it is without punctuations, full stops or a proper title...