May 6, 2022
When we look back,
Our eyes peer, squint-
They are not full, nor
Do our pupils dare dilate, and
Bring light to what surrounds,
Instead they focus miserly on
The object of a fascination,
A mote of nostalgia, and nothing more.
The rest is a wisping mist,
An amorphous border
Obscured clearly
On purpose.
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