It’s been so long since I last saw you
and the only thing that’s aged is the sound of your voice.
Your eyes still water when you smile for too long
and your hands still only reach to touch my shoulder.
Seeing you again sends memories into spotlights
and the flush of time reminds me
that you were the first girl I ever wanted.
But the days have collected themselves
and in that pile I’ve kept behind me,
only the loud ones get heard.
Those days where I’ve screamed
cover over the ones where I laughed
and ticking clocks became the mortar
between now and then,
like the space between friends
that never bothered to keep in touch.
But we still smile
and in the meaning of our movements
we’ve revived each other
with seeing in person
just how long we can survive
living in each others minds.