in the mirror of petals
the corner of my eye
empty streets and windy days
certain songs
books I loved to read
languish in their covers
lost somehow
familiar places strange again
déjà vu that never was
old dreams glimpsed
in casually offered pictures
with only one figure seated
never fully smiling
avoiding the hurtful word
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