Eavesdropping

A memory climbed out of the dark,
  as I listened to the words of a new love song

Taking me back to where feelings were strong
   beyond the flashbacks of a long frozen dream

Remembering again, a last ember still burns,
  and its light rewarms my heart

Where hidden deep in its shadows I see your face
  —as the past is born again

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2017)

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