Sometimes,
from the corner of my eye,
I catch you, standing in the doorway,
still but vibrant,
alive and real.
My mind spins,
a whirlwind engulfing you,
as if you could be an image
captured forever,
within the eye.
Then, you touch me,
your warm heart calming the storm,
your bright eyes smiling on my heart,
and from the corner of my eye,
comes a tear.
Much like your image,
it disappears,
leaving warm traces
on my universe.
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