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follow your soul

time has erased the
girl in the mirror –
a clarified version
of someone I knew
stares from the corners
leans to the shutter
breaks in the passing
and smiles as I do

at stories forgotten
retold from the ending
tracing old patterns
nobody cares
how we became
for what were we searching –
a touch this familiar
waiting love –
waiting there

miles down the mountain
living aside –
essence remains of
some sweet other time
a faded reminder
of me in the mirror
but for passions
we shared –
would be mine

. . .