Arc
My old friend has collapsed
in on herself.
Her power shrunk, diminished her
to dependency. She moves
in pain. She’s disappearing
before my eyes.
The arc of our lives in sync
from class mates
to young parents. to joint travels
around the world.
At the peak of her power,
her mate orbited her sun.
Now he pushes her wheelchair,
brings her food.
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“her mate orbited her sun” and “Now he pushes her wheelchair” is an excruciating change also captured in your title
Your poems go right to the gut!
Thanks, what I was aiming for
I love the title & how it fits into poem. Kim