What's that?
In your eyes?
Is that fondness I see?
Or is it just
the light's reflection
winking back at me?
What's that,
in your voice?
Is it warmth I hear?
Or is it just
my wishful thinking
playing with my ear?
What's that?
In your smile?
Is that care I spy?
Or is it just
an errant thought
swiftly passing by?
Alas for me!
The moment's passed,
I guess I'll never know.
Unless, of course,
you tell me and
revive my feeble hope.
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Another Time, Another Place. [Poems and Prose]
PoetryA small anthology of original poems, prose, and other fruits of fancy.