Glance
I find myself in a familiar place
where plants grow from nowhere.
The busy street and crowded rooms
collide to isolate the overtly decorated facade
from the plain and lonesome artifacts.
Flashbacks blink in unpredictable manner
intended or just my subconscious, I could not say for sure.
In an instant, everything froze,
held by a mysterious spark, you moved,
and I caught a glimpse of you.
Nights like this are meant to end
but I still wander in an open field.
Suddenly, I turn around and catch your glance
were you looking at me,
were you there the whole time?
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