into the mirror

I look back to her, years ago,

when solidarity was a synonym for apathy 

and her, clenched, hands shaking in an empty library 

seat over math? Really? When we’ve always been better -

I look back at her heart,

lines etched silver but too fresh to forget, even now,

and wonder why she never loved herself 

(Quietly terrified of a Sisyphean universe).

Wonderful. Truly, genuinely, wonderful.

I look back to her, and wait till she remembers

what took me so long to figure out.

- Divya

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I think I forgot how to read & write things that are not academic </3