The Woman I Use to Know

MirrorMeThere was a time I knew her well.

Now, she’s buried deep.

When she deigns to appear,

it is transient, ephemeral…

a reflection in a window

shows her toned legs,

the shadow cast by the mid-afternoon sun

shows her slender waist

and her high, firm breasts.

But the mirror,

the mirror no longer shows the woman I use to know.

I miss her.

7 Responses to The Woman I Use to Know
  1. Tammy
    June 26, 2013 | 12:48 am

    I found you! 🙂

    I’m under going some life changes and challenges so I’m back to blogging and trying to find those I used to read.

    I found you! 🙂

    I know I see you on FB daily, but there is something much more personal about a blog.

  2. CreoleInDC
    June 26, 2013 | 5:15 am

    Fight for her.

  3. Justine
    June 26, 2013 | 9:30 pm

    Oh, K.

    And I know this will sound like a platitude, but: she is there. Because she lives in you. Like Lori’s post about her past selves giving gifts to her current self: your heart is her heart.

    Be healthy and well, my friend. You will do her justice by doing so, even if the woman in the mirror never looks exactly the same. *hug*
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  4. Battynurse
    June 27, 2013 | 3:35 pm

    Hugs to you,

  5. Lori Lavender Luz
    June 28, 2013 | 11:43 pm

    You express well what so many feel.
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