Looking at you as if for the first time

I sense something there

No recollection seeing it before

This certain aura

A certain air…

A humanity, a mysterious, vulnerable being

Behind the theatrics on display

There in the shadows

Lingering…

A golden epiphany

Collecting the fragmented pieces

Connecting them like a puzzle

Allowing me to see

It is not he who changed..

..but my perception of seeing