I’m Her. And You’re Him.
A few feet in front
of
me
I see you there
Smiling at me,
The way that you do
Arms crossed
Dark hair
I run to you
but she’s
there
and so is he
And when our
Outstretched arms
Meet
You’re a hologram
Nothing more
So my eyes brim with tears
And I walk
Away
But not
without
A pang
of sadness
Blink.
I blink away
My tears
As I ask you if
We can just start over?
that it’s advice a
Good friend once
gave to me.
before I realize
you won’t read it
At all
I was once libido-worthy
I looked great
And I was a good mom
Now I don’t exist
Improbable, impossible
But we had a connection
I know you know it
Wrong. Bad timing. Geographical limitations.
but it still happened.
now i’m the hologram
that never really existed in the first place.
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Pam Jones is a retired stay at home mom. Both of her kids have flown the coop but that doesn’t stop her from baking cookies and cupcakes from scratch every time they visit. She loves to start the day with a cup of coffee and her crossword puzzles. She writes poetry as a hobby and is excited to share her work.
*Featured image courtesy of Brian Michael Barbeito*