caflor

florescer
do coffidiano -
floressência

i see myself through others.
through mirrors,
selfies and the like.
each way, each day,
differently.

in seconds

in hindsight,
in his eyes I saw a life.
past not lived to its fullest -

it happens -
pity.

time stood still in that hug,
in that silent conversation.
no façade, no room for guessing.

he showed me in a lapse of time what i had lost -
my north, my essence.

who's to say a life is not lived in seconds?