Questions

My breath still trips just a little bit, and my heart clutches
When imperfect memories augmented by frozen moments
Show me again that boy with his wide, rare, charming grin
That bit of humour and mischief; the intensity that stayed
The direction that did not.

And I wonder if I am to remain eternally, impossibly, forever
In love
With a slender shade of the past.

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