Faces of the past
flicker through my mind
like a flip book.
Thumbing pages
to make the images blend.
A trick of the mind
to cause them
to move and bend.
I see them,
as they morph and change,
Names. Some I remember,
others just faded
like dreams.
I wonder,
as these images flit
across teary eyes,
Do you sit looking
at a flip book in your mind?
Am I present within?
Do you remember my name?
or am I just a distant memory?
A tear in the universe
that is wearing thin.
Did you find
what you craved from life?
Was the grass greener?
The air cleaner,
The view clearer.
Did you remember
that shared summer?
The kisses that would
burn out the sun.
When all we had
was forever,
and the promises of fun.
As a different face emerges,
I think, did anyone really know me?
or was I just a picture? An image
in a book corner, animated differently.
Then the face erupts,
and another replaces,
So many faces,
morphing and blending.
I see as the book is ending,
new faces emerging.
Ones I haven't met yet,
or have, but the time isn't right
the planets haven't aligned,
and the stars are out of sight.
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