This, as always, may get revised. I like how it started being about one thing and ended up about something else:
Ephemera
I do not see pictures in my head,
Or not as you do – this old slide
Of yellowed Kodachrome slides past my mind
I see hair or expression, never both.
I stare at you when you are here with me,
I memorize your patterns: swinging hair,
Glasses, a squint, a laugh, a lumbering walk,
All of those together equal you.
I fear to lose you in a crowd;
Too many people almost look like you
I live on faith that you’ll come back to me
Words Like Me 
I like it. The longing and the very real fear of loosing someone you love.This is Lanetta.
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