Weary I lift my head to see
what it is I feel staring at me.
A vague reflection from the past,
of the one that did not last.
I see him everywhere I go,
oh how I wish it wasn't so.
The stars, the moon,
they shine for me.
Aghast, startled I see,
them swoon over me.
Past and present
always presence,
presenting fear.
Why are you
always there?
What can it be that you see,
that heighten your obsession
to this degree?
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I remember "feeling" their presence and I kept looking for someone who would look like them in the crowd.- That was MY obsession.
I went into the food court and found someone who looked like my dad. He had the same feature and wore the same type of cap as my dad. What astonished me was when I looked at his wife, she looked like my mother too. She wore the same kind of hat that my mom would always wear. I stupidly went up rudely to sit beside them and began talking with them. My action took them by surprise and they refused my friendship when I offered to them. They must have thought I was a nut. LOL!!!!
Sandie