accidentally,
after a gap of years -
thirteen to be precise
and
it was evident
how Time had her
skin dampened,
teeth splintered,
nails smudged,
hair desiccated.
She, however
courageously, did not
make any effort
to hide all this and said
"Yes, I'm living a Life! You see?
What about you?"
(I wanted to reply
but withheld:
maybe there will be a poem about all this -
reminding you how grief
gatecrashes over us all,
stanza-wise -
without rhymes,
in loneliness)
You will understand it without a summary.
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