American River Review 2022 - copy - Flipbook - Page 23
Over time, the details of our summer faded in my memory. Your
heels, your goodbyes, and your face
became foggy. But I saw you today.
Your picture hung in the gallery
window on display, and I couldn’t resist being pulled inside. And there I
was – plastered on the eastern wall. I
doubt anyone else would have made
the connection, but it was all that I
could see. Looking back at me were
my own two eyes – blue and green
and fearful, just as you remembered
me. And reflected in those eyes –
strong, in shades of brown and black
and red – was you.
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