What they meant and mean to me
In the daily discovery of memory
Random moments that flare up
Like waves in the general sea
Of thoughts' flotsam and haste
They stop and stare at me
Faces I half-recognize
Half-recognizing me
I see they cannot speak just glance
Like eyeballs staring through a fence
They see what I can't
My soul revealed to them
Which leaves them speechless
Though their eyes are full of thanks
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