Flashes of another time,
Flashes of another life.
I see people moving,
but when I look no one is around.
I hear people talking,
but when I listen there is no sound.
There is a parallel world.
People are living their life
wondering about our world.
Once in a while, there is a gap.
I see a faint glimmer of them.
They see a faint glimmer of me.
And we smile.
© Cristy O'Mallery