I see it; I don’t believe it, all these years later, the
same pang I got when I saw it way back when, different only in the periphery,
hair longer, reaped over her should, n ot not the mouth or eyes, looking out
from the picture frame as it did when I first saw it, drawing out of me the
same acute reaction I can’t help but feel.
How this is possible, I can’t say, our livings having
diverged, off into opposite directions, she finding the niche she spent a life
time seeking, while I remain, like a rock, here in the same place, feeling the
same as I did, helpless to modify the intensity of it, and so much do as I have
always done, endure, taking off comfort in the fact that she still exists and
is as hard to resist as she always was.
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