as she's done before
possibly millions of times
each time pieces fit again
exactly the way
they always have
it's her world now
where she stands alone
redundantly seeking a match
I sit and watch
this profound simplicity
the certainty in the same
then a sudden remembrance
of the one left behind
a flick of a hand over shoulder
not even stopping
or turning around
a simple and quiet, "Hi, Mom."
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