Turning Points - Poem by Marie Bliss
She said to me that he had
'bought her undone',
that she was no longer the same person.
I looked into her eyes for the longest time.
Finally, I said nothing.
I had nothing to say about that.
I pictured you unwinding,
dissolving into a colored tangled mess.
But i couldn't have been more wrong.
The real point was that there was grey.
I just couldn't see it at the time.
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