She did it again
Or is it me,
A blast from the past
As potent as ever
Her mouth set,
Painted,
Her eyes framed
Like a masterpiece,
And I stare,
Stunned
The way I was back then,
Is it me?
Or is she some force of nature
That sweeps into our lives
Like a storm,
And passed out
Leaving us to wonder
What it is that hit us
And whether we will
Ever be the same,
The memory of her impact
Coming back
Making me react
Just as I did then,
Shaken each time
She posts a new one,
And this so much like
Those I used to see
On my phone
In my head
In my dreams in bed.
I stare
Feeling like an interloper
Like a peeping Tom
Caught in the act,
Just a picture
And yet,
More than that.
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