Author’s note; I wrote this a while back, but decided enough time has passed, that it was time to dust it off and put it out in the visible universe.
Apart so long,
His heart began
A mournful song,
For his tears to gan.
Desire to see her
Once again, intensifies;
Until similar features
Trick his eyes:
Others, he knows,
Are not her,
Yet seem for a moment
They could be.
These hold his gaze
Until at last
He is satisfied
They are too dissimilar.
But it seems
The greater his longing,
The less similar
Another must look;
At what degree of dissimilarity
Will his eyes cease their tricks?
What is the threshold to keep them
Statistically significant?
©2023 H.K. Longmore
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