Your face
Was on a photo today
-seen on my Facebook screen.
True,
Your hair was covered.
You were wearing a costume.
I did not know you.
No recognition.
Curious, I zoomed in on the photo.
Nothing.
No heart tug.
No soul stirring.
How could that happen?
You have become the stranger
You wanted me to be.
I am sitting with this.
I am shattered.
Still, if you wanted them
I’d willingly give you the pieces.
About the Creator
Judey Kalchik
It's my time to find and use my voice.
Poetry, short stories, memories, and a lot of things I think and wish I'd known a long time ago.
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