My mind has shielded these precious memories from their eyes.
What was yours and mine has remained just so, a quiet contemplation between us both.
My face has been gazed at most lovingly by your heart all this while.
The moments we held hands,
The secrets we whispered into each other’s breath,
The tears which fell from my face to yours…
These were our private moments.
But as I write these words, our shared existence drifts into another world,
and they begin to see us with eyes opened by the discovery of a new perspective.
Do I still look the same to you?
I wonder if your perfume still holds its sweet fragrance.
©Brindology 2015
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