I Released Her Into the Wind
We became friends before she lost herself
Growing up together, we loved many of the same things
As a young wife, in an abusive situation, she had reinvented herself
A fearful shadow, hypervigilant.
She had been opinionated and self-assured.
That person was dead; gone, buried, her ashes blown.
I offered to pay for her therapy. She smiled but did not reply.
She flinched a bit when I persisted, so I stopped.
She followed me around for a year or two
Doing what I was doing, saying what she thought I wanted her to say
I released her into the wind, hoping she could rediscover herself
I told her to come back when she remembered who she used to be.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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