Divided

I’m standing near a girl; I think she’s me.

She has an aura –¬†she’s projecting an intensity

of herself, a confidence, a matter-of-fact presence.

She’s holding hands with someone,

she’s laughing and the essence

of her joy shines like sunlight from her eyes.

She’s where she’s meant to be.

But I can’t watch her for long.

I have to get home and cook tea.

 

5 January 2018