meeting my younger self

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Reacquainting
With my younger self
I looked at ‘her’ face
Full of rampant
Curiosity
Then
In a withering tone
Asked
“You whose head stayed
Buried in books twenty four
Seven when not running wildly
Outdoors….has fate met
All those secretly nourished desires you’d romantically
Purloined from your Romantic, witty heroines?
She simply looked back
With calm, impassive eyes
And said
‘greatest romances
Are those that end in tragedy
I am no different’
With that
she
faded
Away
~

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