A face in the dark window:
Small, thin, attenuated —
Is it mine
It is like trying to remember
Somebody I had known
Who went away
I would build up the features
Just like this: nose, mouth, and
If one concentrated enough, the brow
The eyes always escaped me
But what changed them
Who outside had tried
Who sits here on the sill, with her legs drawn up
What keeps me from seeing beyond and through
Bald, guarded, unfamiliar language
Is that still you?
Crazy beautiful. I know it’s art, and far too easy to paste one’s interpretation/experiences onto…but it brings to mind and heart so much. I hope You are alright. Sending huge hugs Your way. ❤️🦋☀️
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I am. And hearing from you has already made my day. ❤
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Cool!!! Reading You made mine! The perfect end of a perfect day! 💖☀️🤗
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