Otherwise

You look like someone I used to love, just like that child I loved, even the grey morning knows the child is alive inside somewhere. Why don’t you reach for her, reach out your hand just now, see if she can reach an outstretched hand back to you and be alive together again. For a moment be free of everything else that intrudes on that little girl and you, who are always a child in the eyes of the laws of the universe, every old god, manmade or otherwise.