Memories flutter in through the window
Perch a while on flapping curtains
And teasingly play along the pane
Then fly to the portrait
That fragile wooden frame
And is firmly embedded
In the history of smiling faces
Slipping through the
fingers of familiarity
I see you looking back at me
Your eyes; I can’t bear to
In truth I once knew you
But now, who are you?
Tears flow forth
From a well once dry
Fumbling, I no longer know
This stranger I’m reaching for
Walking down this road
Headlights glare in the distance
Sound of screeching brakes
I stand and stare
Recklessness in the face
Only to find myself
Staring back at you
As the night whispers softly
And streetlights black out….
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