and tree climbing
seem so distant now
a separate life
that was me?
I look into this photograph
a concrete memory
I look into my eyes
She looks nothing like me
her sunlight hair
her eyes are dancing
her smile singing
she's on her way away
definition of happy
that was me?
The sleepovers every night
being princesses in my back yard
Ballet classes
I still have a picture of us
our matching leotards
I set the photograph down
shake away my other self
my separate life
who I was
she has my eyes
I can't imagine being anyone
other than I am now.
that was me?
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