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Poem: She is Gone

What happened to her?

The woman with eyes that danced with mischief.

You look like her.

But you are not her.

Where has she gone?

The Rebel. The Sister. The Mother.

Her voice comes through you.

But you are not her.

Where is she now?

The searcher who did not find.


Be with her.

Because you are not her.

Who is she now?

The woman who slowly descended into the fog.

Can I love her even if I cannot find her?

Surely, she is worthy of love,

This stranger before me.

Who will I be when she is disappears completely?

Will I be her?

Missing memories.

Missing time.

Missing her.

© 2023 Jennifer Deshies

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