Through the tunnel,
memories sharp from years of examination;
I see you dancing in the rain,
With wild abandon;
A unique voice I envied and loved.
And you are gone now.
I see him,
Beautiful and delicate,
Words like butterflies,
And the awkwardness;
I thought he was the one that got away.
I was thinking of you yesterday,
And started following rabbit holes,
Searching out what happened to him,
since I know what happened to you.
And he turned into a she.
The distance between a youthful summer,
All of us,
That potential met;
And today,
throwing words down between meetings,
mothering,
working,
reading.
I lost both of you
And need to find my voice again.
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