Imagine

I was seated with her at the table, 
It was my first time to see her, 
I have heard so much about her, 
Where has she been? 

She reminisced on past years,
She talked about her fears,
She talked about the halcyon days,
Where was she during my budding days? 

She reflected on life and its unseen hands,
She talked about her mistakes and their attendant troubles, 
She talked about gloomy bubbles, 
She said that family must come first in all pursuits. 

I had forgotten she had some struggles, 
I had forgotten a stranger was lurking in her world, 
She looked good to me, 
No, she wasn’t. 

That was the last I saw of her, 
The stranger cloaked her,
It was dawn, 
It was time to walk through its doors.

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