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

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