Her other half
The side she hid
A faceless monster
Assuming her identity
From time to time
To cause a brief chaos
Before she woke up
Unaware of anything
Just the notes left behind
Written by her own hand
But not her dominant right
Her left
The one she considered clumsy
In such perfect calligraphy like print
Explaining what had happened
Giving her the chance to apologize
That she never took
1 comment:
I like this, Chris.
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