METAMORPHOSIS

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The traffic light brought me side-to-side with an old tan van.

The smiling driver was looking my way but could only see his

passenger backed against the door.

All I saw of her were the old remnants of a young girl,

hair unstyled with resignation

fighting gray in

any way.

Her body settled into middle age unkindly.

He smiled gently as she poked his arm playfully.

How could he love this mess of humanity

who occupied that seat?

She glanced my way! A portion

of her leftover emotions spilled into my heart

as I beheld

champagne sparkle in her eyes

and the toasty warmth of her smile.

Ah! She's beautiful!

Oh, could I be ever she?