i think

I'd have liked to see the way you grew. Reached back in time to find you

little kid in a big coat seeing snow for the first time.

What bloomed within your heart and what made you brave

or curious

or reckless.

A quiet love seated in the corner of your life

thumbing through the pages of your past in search of which steps

carried you to mine. the svelte figure you cut today sliced

from the spine of my life.

We built these houses and locked our doors

passed notes through the cracks and peered through each others' windows

yet never crossed the thresholds. Two weeks can change a man, but never for the better.