The Eyes That Saw It Before Mine
Some moments arrive wrapped in someone else's memory."
You sent her this picture once,
the same one you sent me —
a frame where your smile sits softly,
tilted, practiced,
almost free.
She saw you there first,
before the filters, before the change.
Before your voice curled around
new names,
new games,
same stage.
And now I sit with borrowed light,
capturing something that felt brand new,
only to find echoes
of her reflection in you.
Was it love when she received it?
Or just a habit on repeat?
Did her heart skip at the sight
that now lies beneath my feet?
I’m not asking to be first,
just to be real —
to know that this moment we share
is something you still feel.
But when your past clings to the present,
when your eyes hold a ghost,
I wonder who it is
you miss the most.
Don’t promise me originality
in a pattern well worn.
If this is love,
make it reborn.
Because I’m not here
to relive someone else’s time
not through
the eyes that saw it before mine.
By[M.sudais]
About the Creator
M.SUDAIS
Storyteller of growth and positivity 🌟 | Sharing small actions that spark big transformations. From Friday blessings to daily habits, I write to uplift and ignite your journey. Join me for weekly inspiration!”
If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)8 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
So good. I really enjoyed reading it and felt the tension in the words.