She is Your Future

Your skin, soft as I remembered

Color of coffee with cream

Pressed my mouth against the edge of your neck

Without drawing a kiss

Eyelashes brushed your cheek

Our belt buckles clicked

Same height

Eyes align

I dropped my baggage

Hugged deeply

If March was the driest on record

November is filled with mostly rain

You looked strong, healthy

Nostalgic tears pooled in the corners of my eyes

Shoulders shrugged, slouched

I drew a box around you

Continued to hold you in my mind

Talking to you in required mental intervals

I know. She is your future.

But I am your roots.

We grew together below the ground

Deeply into each other

Pressed together like window panes

Keeping each other cool and dry

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