Once again, the inner eyelids open and the outside world begins to enter…
Once again, the programmed evanescence.
Although closest to this face, I knew it would disappear,
so I cling to it and grasp the details of the gaze, red hair and very pale, almost gray eyes.
A gaze neither cold nor warm,
a gaze that sees through.
This being
I know her
I know I knew her,
I also know that she has known me for a long time.
This woman, one foot in eternity,
is waiting for me
