Sunday, March 29, 2009

Cara Mia

I glanced at you,
and saw you looking back.
For a minute,
the warm flush of youth
crept under my cold skin.
You spoke my name,
and I turned to face you.

You must understand.
I do not love you.

It's simply the remembrance of days long past,
days of life and love and sweet innocence.

We smile at each other, and continue in our lives.

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