Reflections linger at my fingertips
Between sighs, just enough time to inhale
Seen through my eyes looking back at me
In front of me and the back of my mind begin to blur
Then and now overlap in real time
Clouding my next few seconds, in a haze
I wait at the crossroads of nostalgia and my next breath
Not knowing which will linger longer
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