I said, though by some counts
I was already
long gone
It’s not like I could leave
the new and old nets of care,
not like I could stop loving
Just that the goals
here in this rarified air
have nothing to do with
what used to possess me
Just that my time is spent
along a different vector
and the measurement
of what is worth my doing
has completely changed —
other than that
I’m just the same.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 11, 2017
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