We walked
Then
She walked
Alone
Patterns
Stepping
Walking
Away from me
Skirt flapping in the wind
Half myself
Gone by
.
Now
An old woman
Grey hair
Tied at my neck
Monotone clothes
Faded
As withered hand
Brushes the sepia
Of old pictures
.
Out of that photo
Of me
In the valley
With the wind
Flapping my skirt
She
Rises out
That second half
Of my life
That has yet
To live
.
She who left me
In that day
Has returned
Giving me the youth
To get up
Out of the monotone
To live again
As that happy girl
In the valley
So long ago
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