We meet
curious one
As I walk toward you
Small moment
of trust
Witness to the silence
of evening
Faded light
End of day
What lingers behind
those deep brown eyes
that watch me,
observe
What is unspoken to me?
Your fate
Your end
I will never know
but - can imagine
and I hope for
better days
You are forever
burned into memory
small soul
precious creature
Curious one
© 2022 J.H. Dickinson
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