I caught those glances
The ones you sent my way, unaware, that I was.
Caught them all. Held and kept them
For safe keeping and later review.
Funny thing about hindsight
Each time I look back, is different than I remember
How quickly turn the days and hours.
Shuffling by,
Burnt out leaves of autumn, caught in freezing embrace.
Bright life that moves in flashes
Fade, then quickly passes.
These sparks keep me warm now.
Roles reversed, I study your form
For signs of recognition.
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