We met by sunlight chance.
Year’s had bled into each other; we’d neglected to see each other’s reflection as we walked through time.
Today, the light magically hit the building across the street from the café I sat at.
In each window she stared back, twirling the ends of her hair. She smiled and mouthed hello at the exact moment I did. At first I did not recognise her, she seemed different. Her posture was erect; she was no longer the hunchback of her youth. She was sitting in a prominent position, not skulking behind a pillar lost to a laughing crowd. People saw her and stopped.
She had become her She
Perhaps still a little lost
and hurting from the rough
But gloriously reflecting
Today, I noticed me.