Have we met before?


your flesh so familiar,

a smile that puts me at ease

maybe we shared a ride, dance or lift

conversation grips it harder

I retreat to a library of memory

your voice whispers from a lonely bookshelf,

their covers beautiful with vivid colours

their pages worn and torn, now unreadable

a story much loved

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