Linda Imbler lives and writes in Wichita, Kansas.

Refraction on A Rainy Eve
By Linda Imbler

What you were,
And what you are
Off-center.
What I remember,
And what I see,
Not the same reflection.
Sweet goes sour,
Taste no longer desired,
Your leaving,
Neither sweet or sour,
Just hollow fact,
Lovers,
Friends,
Enemies,
Strangers exact.