Unconscious Bias: I Have Fallen in Love with My Past

In the quiet hush of morning light, He stares at her with tender eyes, A face familiar, yet out of sight, In the fog where all memory lies. Her voice, a melody he once knew, Now stirs something deep inside, A warmth, a pull, a feeling new, Or perhaps, an echo that won’t subside. She smiles, a tear begins to trace, The lines of time upon her face. He wonders, is this love I feel? A heart awakened, but wounds unhealed. Then comes the truth, soft and kind, A tale of love left far behind. "You’ve loved me once, and still you do, Though your mind has made me new." He grasps her hand, both old and fresh, A bond that time could not repress. For in his heart, though memories fade, Love remains, unscathed, unafraid. In this moment, they both find, That love transcends the fragile mind. A love forgotten, yet still it flows, Through the heart, where true love grows.