Truth Reflected Within Raindrops on A Showery Eve
By Linda Imbler
What you were,
and what you are,
off-center,
you,
beheld through my raindrops of tears.
What I remember,
and what I see,
not the same reflection,
us,
while viewed inside puddles on the street.
Just hollow fact:
lovers,
friends,
enemies,
strangers exact.
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