Eternal Recurrence

Late at night, rainy, the first of June.

A greasy spoon diner, an escape.

Hot coffee, foolishness, waking dream.

I look up, and our eyes meet, she smiles.

I look down, away from her, cheeks flushed.

I look up again, she’s still smiling, then looks away.

Mirror against mirror, the walls made infinite.

I see myself. I see myself. I see myself.

This moment always coming up. I’m always here.

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