Neare, Nearer, Nearer

How close we must have come, in retrospect
I’m sure we could have met before our time
Our friends and favorite places intersect
As perfectly as couplets meet in rhyme
I saw the same surroundings which your eyes
Took in from day to day and week to week
Then would you find it any great surprise
That recognition found a way to speak?
A voice you must have heard in crowded rooms
perhaps, or even spoken, one to one
Ten years or more our past, familiar, looms
And presently our past is now, is done
When all the times when first we might have met
Becomes a future void of all regret.

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