#Poetry: As Was Is

As was

is,

her dress

those ruffles

and torn–

As was

is,

her touch

we cry

such wet

such searing

tears–

As was

is,

she hides

those

Track marks

in bed–

As was

is,

her body,

those bones

dried blood–

As was

is,

her smile

her love

these memories

my questions

and grief–

As was

is.

Multicolored Abstract Digital Painting
The Looking Glass

Image and Poem by Rob Goldstein (c) 2016 – 2017-2019

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