i wonder if you still remember me.
it’s funny how daydreams work: i haven’t seen you
for half our lives, and there isn’t really a face i can put you to.
you turning, calling my name
me turning, calling your name
answered with our smile.
it’ll never happen, of course;
i won’t recognize you.
you won’t remember me.
RE: DEAR YOU,
it’s always strange to meet
someone you haven’t seen in years.
but there’s something magical about
knowing immediately who they are.
and this was a good time, i think:
i figured out how to explore the city without dragging
unwilling souls all over,
i’ve learned to distance myself enough and know
that everyone has their own life to continue,
even on pause. and anyway, i see more now than
then, so i think this went well. maybe i’ll see you again.
i’m not good at keeping touch, who have
i kept as friends after all those years? forgive me;
see you around
i would have written a very different letter, if this was
3 years ago. oh, but
what a complicated friendship we have/had. i was too dependent on you, but
then again, you were too inclined to fly
so far. are you where you want to be now?
you aren’t the same person you were (i guess no one is), but
i’ll miss all the rainbows, wii sports, scraped knees, the songs we changed.
in-between childhood and teenage memories.
maybe i’ll always regret that i didn’t know you as well as i should have.
but to the person i knew:
thank you for the adventures.
P.S. but i haven’t talked
to you in months. it was music that brought me back, like always:
so many golden hours, ice cream and bookstores and
all those funny little shops and the gold linings painting everyone between sunset
and twilight. this is almost my golden age.
this will always be an unfinished letter. i don’t
know how to finish it,
we don’t know in real life when we’re supposed to lift our pen,
there isn’t a Sincerely, Me yet and
here’s to all the good times. an ending that isn’t the end.