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We saw each other from inches away,
Just the eyes and mouth, the curve of her chin;
She saw the world from her vantage point –
There on the ground;
But now she’s standing – looking up.
Her view was red and mine was white;
She’s far away now,
Eyes opened wide
Seeing things she never saw
All those years, by my side.
Caving open – truth spilling out,
And I’m on the floor, selfishly yearning
These days are stretching us,
But we’ll meet again one day,
And we’ll be stronger, because of this.
~ Ilana Reimer