She’s Not the Old Me

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I catch sight of her
in the passing mirror.
She is not the me
I remember being there.

In your eyes, I see
you too have glimpsed her–
subtle changes that surprise,
like a stranger, staring
across a crowded room.

There’s shift in the tenor
of my own rich voice.
I have a new way
of reaching for my glass,
or for your hand.

I feel as if I’m on a test drive
in someone else’s body–
in someone else’s mind.
My heart has always been
this strong and fearless,
but not the rest of me–

until you began to push.
Now I see her, growing
stronger and more true.
I believed you, when
you said I really could.
Now I catch myself
staring at a new me.

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