she was weathered -
grown older since the last time
in her face,
about her eyes
and mouth-
there was something there
and something not there
that had not been and had been there before.
there was still the "I know better"
and "I can handle this myself"
that I had seen already
and only half-believed
but there was something small and trembling
something coy and scared
that she had only once waved her hand at
and smiled away
before she walked away
and walked away
until she'd walked the earth
and come back to me.
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