Another Life

She hardly looked like I remembered her, the skin color was wrong, the hair style was wrong, she just looked wrong. 
Yet, as she lifted those familiar dark eyes from the ground, a familiar smile on the wrong mouth graced her face. Those were her eyes, that was her smile. And as she paused to take in the view, the view that she once saw everyday. She shifted her weight, standing as she had stood before. I saw her shoulders relax, the tension between her eyes fading like they'd never been.
And she probably had no idea why. 
She moved through the ruins of the home she'd once ruled, a fond smile on her lips. Her hand straying to touch stones she'd loved, to trace symbols she had drawn herself when this place was completed. 
All around, out of all the foreigners I'd seen grace our site, she...she belonged. Her skin may have been the wrong color, but the way she interacted with my people. It was her. Through and through. It was her.

-Inspiration from visiting Native American ruins