My mind plays upon your face today,
(I say “today” as if this day is any different).
Today is different, I suppose.
Today I am older,
The weather is warmer,
But not as warm as it has been.
Today the reality is a little clearer.
Today the memory is foggier.
I realized the face held no hate.
No, it held something I’ve yet to name.
I try to name it today
(I say “today” as if this day is any different).
Today is different, I know.
What the expression held,
Well, it matters less and less, I guess.
Except today,
Because, yes, this day is different.
Today that face and that expression,
They mean the difference between today and tomorrow,
Between love, hate, and indifference.
Between the fate of me
And, maybe…
Always…
Between the fate of us.
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