Act one to four BY AMIRAH SHAHARI If I were the leading lady, You’ll meet me in the library. Amongst the words I would borrow when I couldn’t ind a source to express my sorrow. If this was a movie, the plot would string you towards me. Step by step, Maybe we will miss each other when I get on the irst train and you were still running late, Or sit behind you in a diner. Death in detail. You are a name I haven’t heard of yet. If this was a plotted story, fate would exist pretty much for everyone except for you and me. Because our names were written to ind each other somewhere along the lines. Maybe we would each take a walk in the rain. I’ll bump into you and leave a tea stain on your sweater. All because we both forgot to check the weather. If only then, I’d prefer for us to go back to the moment where we met for a split second. To see you smile at me like we’ve known each other, Like you have slid into the corners of my heart and earned your place there. As the camera pans out, I’d like the screen to fade to black. Because we don’t deserve tactical plots and pretty stars, For two beings that are too far off to ever cross paths.
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