The Regenerated Limb Always is Smaller

She's back. I haven't asked her why.
I haven't asked her anything. She
Is and isn't who I knew. She looks
The same objectively, and, thus,
Is clearly what I used to make
The woman who I loved, but
She now lacks her former glow.
She does not speak or smile at
Me. The time apart has seemed
To shrink her to someone who
Doesn't have the substance to
Be made again into the love
I'd nursed along until that
Jarring moment when I saw
That she is back.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-09-06 at 13:41

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