A familiar face appears within my mind’s eye:
An unforgettable face,
No matter how I try.
A kind face,
A peaceful face,
But one without a smile,
A sad face,
A lonely face, seemingly lonely for a while.
A confused face,
An old face, pleasant all the same,
A lost face,
A needy face,
A face with just one name.
Florence, I say within, and her eyes glow big and bright
Her elfin looks younger than the age she is tonight.
She’s reaching out for something, and getting through to me,
Although what she needs isn’t clear: try harder, please, for me.
She remembers clearly days gone by, then drifts away again…
When you’re stronger,
I think to her,
Please come through again.
Another repost, this evening, and as I feel Florence has been visiting me in my mind again over the past few days this one is quite apt for today.
The Mansionic Perspective 
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