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untitled (the sequel to untitled).
after five years, five years after I had nothing left to say..
you were just there. standing there. like you did so many years ago looking up to my balcony or into my window just before sunrise.
we met again tonight, like two 4 years olds standing in sand pit, grinning at each other.
my body still knew and so did yours.
your smile reflected back in my chest and my warmth back in your eyes.
the boy inside, his eyes lit up and sang and threw sand and covered you in paint..
the man I pretend to be - spoke little and stoically but you always saw through that.
your boy fought back - his feet dug into the dirt when he didn’t know what to say - and he offered me worms and smiles on outstretched palms in peace offering.
i accept. both us.. the boy and the man..
and we danced like peter pan and his shadow - in the seconds, in the spaces, in the moments between our catch up fumble.
(how does one speak years of silence in moments if not with their eyes and breath, or lack thereof)
you were still there.
you are still here - resting in my flesh.. the embrace we had to greet and part lingers warm laundry on skin.
I’m smiling - like charlie in the fucking chocolate factory.. like alice in fucking wonderland.. like me, in love.
has this guileless-punk-smile been hiding in me all these you-absent-years?
I saw myself tonight - the me that time forgot.
and now, I remember how to fucking fly.
(still smiling).
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