How could it be?

In this chilled December night

in the hue of un ending flu

I woke up in the middle of a night

lay still, silent, not moving

only the breaths which were coming

with slight difficulty, became deep

It was a trans phase between dream and

reality, where I saw and I felt

how , I wonder, after so many years

I saw you crossing my path, on

a busy street, and held my left wrist, in

your right hand, asking me to stop.

It was stranger than strange , as I