It’s the same eyes,
with an unfamiliar stare.
It’s from the same lips,
yet formed with a different layer.

It is the same voice,
but with a distinct tone.
It’s from the same built,
although the stance has grown.

It’s from the same hand,
with a new touch.
The same hug,
one without carress.

I’ve known you all my life –
all my life until now.
You may be the same person,
but not someone I know, somehow.

 

MR@2016

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