What does that make me?

What does that make me?

The image

Is one to savour

A perfect moment

To sustain my soul

Whenever it is in

Danger

It is not a choice

To hide forever

Sometime,

Then or maybe never

That bird has flown

Into the absence

A how a why

A great unknown

But there is something

In remembering

How it made me feel

To see you smile

Whisper me a secret

Let it linger

Trace the contours

Of my face

With an index finger

Wait a little longer

Than you need to

Subvert time

It feels sublime

To recall

Frequently fleetingly

How finely drawn

Is the line

Of separation.