The Day We Met

Come with me to the day we met
When first times were every time
And every face a new face.
For the second time I began anew,
And you were on your second chance
And neither of us was second to the other.
The days were fresh,
The food was fresh,
The drink was fresh,
And so we were too.
No one knew what would become of that day,
Or of their friendships,
Or of their lives.
None of us could be prepared
For the happiness or the heartbreak
Or the mind-numbing years ahead of us,
And the mind-shattering pasts we carried,
All of it catching up eventually.
Come with me to the day we met,
And we’ll set all things right, for once.

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About Paul Carroll

Paul Carroll is a writer, born, raised and still living in Dublin. By day he's a student and bookseller, by night he writes fiction and uses social media.
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