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Saving Her
A Poem
Saving Her
Years had passed since I last saw her,
sought her out.
There are times I walked around my life
with my eyes closed,
fearing the honesty I would behold.
I folded the darkness over my vision
in rejection of viewing every detail
stark and brittle in front of me.
I know we don’t really see, truly know
other individuals;
the only real pictures we have of them
are out of focus,
and we are only afforded brief glimpses
of clarity in scant moments of time.
But each glance at her brought forth
an immense tangibility
I was unable to tolerate for long.
Often, she reached out to me in daydreams,
in the corner of a mirror,
in the voice of a stranger passing by.
Today, she finds me undressing
at the end of a long work day,
standing naked
in front of my mirrored closet doors.
