Talking to a Memory

February 5, 2015 love

In this moment,
I look to see who’s there,
and I see no one.

Is the mirror of my memory,
only an error in my memory?

Who did I ever see,
across from me,
but a reflection
of my own heart?

Who do we ever see,
except other hearts
that seem to beat,
in that moment,
in time with ours?

Which is the illusion:
that we are separate,
or that we are One?