I am my own

approval isn’t a prize; it’s capture

that way

I lost her

my friend

my baby

my solitude mate.

Her aloofness was a perfect fit

for mine.

following me everywhere,

keeping her separate self;

her thoughts were her own,

unless there was food,

then gladly, she’d join in.

Never sought company;

kept to herself,

she was kind that way.

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