Perhaps a ghost, only visiting.

A mystery then. Quiet beauty and inner worlds.

She, lost in thought

I, lost in her.

Was it nothing?

A miscommunication?

Curiosity, or just simple fascination?

I can’t be sure.

A sense of words unspoken.

Burdened with the weight of years.

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