Sight of Self

So long
I have missed you
pushed inside, barred
behind skin tight armor,
spoken of only in vagueness,
indirectly, the violent upheaval,
the flash floods, the rapids
slamming of salty
tears, wailing turmoil

your armor falls
away, piece by piece and
now emerges
a bloody, bedraggled,
wide-eyed, startled woman
shaking, squinting in the light,
wobbly as the wide river slows,
looping and eerie calm

toes in the muddy shore,
I stare as you float
in an eddy, dead still,
a flinch, a suggestion of
an advance, a tremble of
a need to get closer

you and I, we
mourn one another


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