No Longer Here

I’m in a room full of friends,
many old, some new to me,
yet I’ve never felt
so alone.

I look at them and I find
familiar words, phrases and places,
yet I’m in a daze,
I changed.

I’m no longer the curvy
beauty they knew and loved years past.
I survived the knife
now bone.

I have no curves to offer,
nothing but who I am deep inside,
no longer feminine,

I can see now that soft curves
matter more than the soft touch of kindness.
What else can I do?
Move on.


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