-Her face,
her laughter,
the scent
she leaves behind as she passes
Reminds,
it reminds me
of a reflection, a mirror, in which
I
was
whole
It is faint, having faded,
a kind of linear erosion
along the trajectory of many
meandering steps
The inflections in her voice, like a sudden
gust
calls to
the lost embers
which like stars in the crepuscular hours
reawaken the traces of life in our eyes
In that twilight that space
between
soft faded reflections
and
dreams
Her voice is that memory
she
is that memory
even as it fades
she remains a reflection,
of a reflection,
which like all stars
implodes