One instance of recognition
Followed by many moments of doubt
Left me wandering back for truth
But the shadow of your face had disappeared
Was it really you
Or my perverse mind playing tricks
The lines of your face etched in my mind
From a time when I couldn’t even remember
Figments of my imagination dancing away
Products of a photograph
A girl not yet a woman
Holding a baby
Smiling
Who is she now? Where is she now?
Was she the woman in the aisle,
Who caught my eye as I passed by?
Or was that a desperate attempt
For a girl not yet a woman
To find some sense in this world
When parts can make a whole again
Eighteen years ago she held me in her arms
And rocked me to sleep
Yesterday my Aunt looked into my face
Only restrained by the bonds of doubt
She may be around the next corner
Or millions of miles away
But I’ll never know
For I didn’t ask
Followed by many moments of doubt
Left me wandering back for truth
But the shadow of your face had disappeared
Was it really you
Or my perverse mind playing tricks
The lines of your face etched in my mind
From a time when I couldn’t even remember
Figments of my imagination dancing away
Products of a photograph
A girl not yet a woman
Holding a baby
Smiling
Who is she now? Where is she now?
Was she the woman in the aisle,
Who caught my eye as I passed by?
Or was that a desperate attempt
For a girl not yet a woman
To find some sense in this world
When parts can make a whole again
Eighteen years ago she held me in her arms
And rocked me to sleep
Yesterday my Aunt looked into my face
Only restrained by the bonds of doubt
She may be around the next corner
Or millions of miles away
But I’ll never know
For I didn’t ask
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