At times, in moments,
I see myself.
My self.
I see myself,
From another perspective.
An old self,
My self.
It catches my innards.
Ties me to her, delicately.
The old self.
My self.
Remembering, missing,
Wishing, wondering.
What would shift?
What would change?
What could I keep?
What would I lose?
Free her and lose me?
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