i.
A flare of memories
and ostentatious display,
Make my heart pound
in ache and awake--
Whom did I forsake?
a man beside me is tender,
Only I keep looking at the door expecting,
Someone I don't know,
someone isn't here;
Who's someone I am missing,
Whose voice should I be hearing,
Who are you I am despairing?
My mind may forget,
But my soul knows within.
My heart may get lost,
But your pieces is left in me.
Flashing hearts, we fail to see.
Flashing hearts, we foresee.
Flashing hearts, we plea.l
I may smile, but I anticipate
I may laugh, but I agitate
the link I am feeling within us
That I cannot even annotate--
Is constantly flaring.
-Journey of Aleri 2020
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