Flash-Bulb Memories

Every morning
My mind welcomes your face
Dawning upon my consciousness,
As in the land of the rising sun.

Your face remains afloat
Even in twilight consciousness
Like a fire-ball floating upon the sea
At times intense,
At times diffused,
But never setting,
As in the land of the midnight sun.

This fantastic land knows not
What’s a sunless universe,
So do I know not,
A you-less me.

I float in the nostalgia
Of your astringent memories.

by EU STRESS

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