Clear....
Still....
Numb....
A glimpse, a chance, a choice.
... A name.
Fluttering pieces of time brushing against us
in the day.
A face....
A nod....
A smile....
A word....
Then none at all.
Comfort found and lost too soon.
Savoring human connection, without which
we are not so.
When are we to meet again?
Truth a mind will deceive no heart to know.








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