SEMBLANCE

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Among the counting of forevers,

years, photographs

Reminders

It is love that only remembers

Anyways

Beyond the damage

Or the seasons,

The body or disdain

The distance

or the longing

The heart, or the age

It is love that only remembers,

Anyways

But is that, this really love?

The mind that says “yes”

For perhaps it is only a semblance

Of a face that never fades.

But in the end

Like in the beginning

It is love that only remembers

Anyways

And that is all there truly is.

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 ~ R.M. Engelhardt