It was there, on the shore’s of my youth, I saw her again.
I saw someone I thought I’d lost.
She was still the same.
Or course she was.
I was the one who’d changed.
I was the one who’d left.
I saw in her the same woman I had left behind all those years ago.
She hadn’t changed one bit.
I had changed for the worse.
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