Simulacra love
Simulacra love
I see your face in many.
Some near some far.
I smile and remember our time and pretend that the simulation is really you.
My eyes caress your hair and smile.
I imagine that you miss me and see me in others.
But the eyes are not yours and the voice is different.
My joy fades like our long, ago love – misty, but sweet to the touch.
©2021. V. Robles-Villalba aka Virginia Rosario