He had loved her for years
But he had never before seen the scars,
No one really had,
Because no one perceived the farce.
So when he stroked her palm
And made his way up to her wrist,
She winced and trembled
As he realized his ignorance.
He could never really see
Through her palpable attributes,
So as he rolled up her sleeves
He uncovered a cryptic world of solitude.
“Do you look at me differently,
Now that you see?”
Her voice was betraying
Her once tenacious certainty.
He was completely shaken up
By the inconceivable reality,
But he still looked into her eyes
With a faint look of joviality.
“I do look at you differently
But that doesn’t change the fact
That I still love you like I always have
And that love is still intact.”
– Rubani Kaur
Photography Credit: H Heyerlein
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