Meditações - Across the reflections of time

Across Time

Across the reflections of time, I see you.

I bite my lip, murmur your name, and remember.

The memories come back so rapidly,

but I do not call your name, no.

Instead, I brush the hair from my eyes,

and in solitude, I turn away.

Even so, I will remember the memories

and I will cry for the lack of time;

for I know life as it is.

So again, I give one last look in your direction,

I drop my eyes, touch my lips, and cry.

For I know that this chance meeting

as fateful as it seems,

will never happen again…

 

John RC Potter