She wore the shadow of life's travails
echo of a thousand days
I sought the source to no avail
until I realized it was herself

sourced from depths few could plumb
a silent cloak wrapped round her frame
with light within peeking out
starlight shown in deepest night

polite dispassion would turn away
why I did not, I cannot say
unless the answer is that I felt
the same phantoms within myself

silhouettes against the glare
recognition across the veil
lost in the crowd we did not share
shadows’ blur wrapped round our frames.

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