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Seasonal
The season has brought me back around to her gate
I wait to catch just a glimpse of her hanging laundry or watering her garden
I think I am invisible to her now, that I can see her but she cannot see me anymore
I fear I've been away too long and she has forgotten us and moved on to a higher plane of existence without me
Sad, But Well Said
I enjoyed this poem, the invisibility and the loss, the different planes - lots going on in this write. ~allets~