Moment
There you go again
Breath of wind
Fleeting through my mind space
What I thought…
Do I know what’s true?
Connection made
Then separated again
Expect to meet you there
In that cold room
Was that me—or was it you?
Or just me thinking we transect in phantom lines?
An unreality that’s been my making
And my solitude’s igniting mark
I look back, and I’m caught breathless
Nonetheless
By what was created there
In that fleeting
Moment
-thisisaaron

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