I walked up to them,
They looked through me.
Was it anger? Hate?
It was like they couldn’t see.
I chose to be bigger,
Broke the ice that had grown much thicker
But there was no respite.
They chose to be naïve.
So I turned around,
Believing they were wrong.
To have held on to something,
That was long gone.
I was ready to talk, ready to forget.
Time can heal only if it is let.
But I felt a shudder,
To see them glassy-eyed and pale,
I looked in the mirror. There was no one there.
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