dust

You look at her
and she’s acting
like herself,

Blink,
and she changes

Take another glance,
and you’re not quite sure
who she is

You look at her
from another direction
but she’s a funhouse mirror
and you still can’t
make sense of who she is
but you know
who she was,
she seems a little
different, but still
all the same

You decide to
take another glance,
and you turn,

But it’s too late,
she disappeared

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