Poetry Journal Jan. 11, 2024

  


January 11, 2024

 

She reappeared as if a miracle, the same face is not the exact same image, head titled slightly to the left, angled so I could see most of the frame around her, a darker face than the one that was, a slight look of concerned – the slanted lips but especially the all-consuming eyes, the weight of the world on her shoulders as if she is thinking “I’m not too sure about this” after having yanked the previous picture down, all these years later she still fears the unknown, even when she thinks she knows more now than what she knew back then, her face a face I can’t forget, could not even if I wanted to.



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