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by Richard Vince

She is the three minute pop song
That feels as though it
Goes on forever. She is a film
You forget you have seen until
You begin to watch it again.

She is a symptom of a disease
I thought long cured that
Somehow finds a way back.
She is a reminder of sadness
That can darken this
New joyous day.

She is a sheer drop you
Do not notice until it is
Too late. She is a fly
That lands on your food
While you look the other way.

She is a human who happened
To be in the wrong place
At the wrong time. She is not
Responsible for the way
My eyes return to her.

05/25/2020

Posted on 06/06/2020
Copyright © 2020 Richard Vince

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kris Mara on 06/23/20 at 09:08 PM

Wow, captivating portrait capturing "her" essence precisely...and a feeling in these words that is so relatable...

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