I missed the long chestnut hair that engulfed my summers.
But I did not miss who wore it, a see-through, desperate disguise.

Since I chose to write
and write
and write,

things have changed
again.


The world has turned, and so have we.


Walking into lives, as though we were meant to thrive. Together. These choices were made, before we met and stood and smiled.
Unnecessary,
this isolation becomes
when the benefits
of us
multiplied.