Eavesdropping On Myself

A memory climbed out of the dark,
  as I listened to the words of a new love song

Taking me back to where feelings were strong,
 beyond the flashbacks of a long frozen dream

Remembering again, a last ember still burns,
  and its light rewarms my heart

Where hidden deep in its shadows I see your face
 —as the past is born again

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2017)