a - reflection

There was a moment yesterday, 
when I thought I saw your smile,
reflected in the window pane,
so I hung around for a while, 

to see if I could remember,
how it felt there in your arms,
surrendering to feelings,
I’d kept locked away from harm. 

I closed my eyes and could almost,
feel your skin upon mine,
the scent of you overpowering,
images of our bodies entwined. 

But then, 
as my eyes opened, the smile was gone,
along with the feeling of you,
I was once again, alone. 

When will remembering you,
stop taking away so much of me?

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