“Nothing has to change,”
Well-meaning friends say.
But it has.
And it does.
And it will.

A life out of range,
Right there the next day.
But it’s her.
And it’s me.
And it’s us.

Just a forced exchange,
No words to unsay.
But it’s wrong.
And it’s weird.
And it’s sad.

Our lives rearranged,
Areas of gray.
But it’s blood—
And it’s hers.
And it’s mine.

We’re not estranged.
We’re just strangers.

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