In the scheme of a lifetime.

I remember. I do remember, flashing grey blue.

Lowered lashes and sideward glances,  was it me or was it you?

The hidden pull of emotion, unfurling its loving tongue,

to be snatched away on high winds for many decades to come.

Dormant, forgotten and untended, its reappearance is intense.

Lost in the scheme of a lifetime,  its purpose makes no sense.

Familiar …