Untitled Poem by Mel Mackie

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My familiar eyes see you
in an unfamiliar light.
Some of the kindness
has gone from your eyes now.
Your laugh is muted by pain.
Your chin isn't held as high.
But behind blank stares
I can still see a flicker
of the magic that happens
when you look at me:
the one constant,
through all our years.

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