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
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