Who is the woman in black?
I enquire
There is something so familiar
I can visualize her smile
Her nose creases at the top
it reaches the very corners of her eyes
apparent from the lines
of repetitive expression
Today these eyes seem huge
Slightly wild
almost haunted
Encircled in dark shadows
Her mouth seems fixed
with full soft lips
appearing to tremble
So sad
I wish she would smile
Now, I am unsure
Is she familiar?
The woman I know
is younger
much younger
and constantly smiled
I watch as she wrings her hands
An unconscious action
it seems to comfort
She stares into space
Her skin looks thin
lined and dry
She brushes her hair back
There is a smattering of grey
No
this is not the woman I know
I turn away
break my stare
Uneasy
There was something
so familiar
That movement
Her jewellery
A cold hand reaches in
it twists my heart.
I see clearly
The identity of the woman
the one who had intrigued me
That clever interior design
use of mirrors
reflecting light
Everything had confused me.
The woman
was so familiar
because ....
This woman
is me.
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