A moment of recognition,
In a song I long forgot.
A random memory flashing,
With every speeding thought.

The metro ride home,
Or a moment spent alone.
The vacuum in the places,
Where the past is etched in stone.

The poster you once made,
Still alive on my wall.
The absence of a hand,
To help me up when I fall.

The way you always liked,
My short cropped hair.
But mostly just my eyes,
And the way I find you there.

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