Selectively visible.

They never knew if it ever clicked,
But they did hear a click!
They will never know if they were in the same lane,
But they didn’t ever change their paths.

They went strawberry picking together,
And they karaoke-ed together too.
All strawberries were sort of sour,
And none of the songs in tune.

She smiles at all those events in the retrospect,
When in the hustle bustle, she’d found no time to think.
For now there’s only fond memory,
Some old pictures, and stories written in SELECTIVELY VISIBLE INK.

– Stuti