Past And present Versions Of Me.
I turned my head to look at my past,
And for a long moment, it felt like another life,
As if I had been reborn, reincarnated.
We were the same, yet so different.
The dark and the light—
She was the dark, I am the light.
And I wondered:
How can we be so different,
And yet so alike?
It was strangely distabilizing.
In her eyes, I saw my pain.
In my eyes, she saw hope.
Her gaze ,dead
Mine, alive, somehow.
I learned down, closer,
As if drawn to her.
She stayed crouched, her gaze never leaving mine,
Just as mine never leaving hers.
I placed my hands on her shoulders,
She touched mine, hesitantly,
Trembling, as the fragile creature she was,
Even if just slightly,
Her feet brushing against mine.
And as if we had discussed it before,
We smiled—simultaneously, perfectly aligned,
Even if just slightly,
As I help her rise to her feet gently.
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