I do not want to know
But somehow
Time
Has its way
Through accidental glimpses
Are they accidents?
Are accidents even real?
I try
To cover my eyes
Hide my mind
Still
Remnants of you resurface
Your presence
Lingers
As they creep up
Silently
Too late to stop
Making its way carelessly
Stepping through cracks
Visiting facts
Replaying such acts
Will I ever get away?
From your shadows of relay
and
Accidental display
