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She sits there
A vision of what was
Of what may never be
He looks
Wants to find out
Find her
He wants to see
He wants to know what was
She sits there
Perfectly still
Watching everyone who comes by
In and out
They all stare
She stares back
They see her
She sees everything
She sees him seeing her
He’s here
She’s not
About the Creator
Carol Saint Martin
Navigating life, grief and friendships.
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