#05202020

Sometimes when I looked at you in the brief, blink-of-an-eye time we spent, I doubted my own culture

Your young eyes were full and your body filled with knowledge

The potential you hold puts me at a notch on the vast belt of life that you have ahead of you and I feel insignificant, but I know that’s just me being confined to my thoughts

And even if my insignificance is true to you, I’ll be okay

I’ll forever remember my fingers running through your hair, down your chest

I don’t mean to scare you with a word like “forever”, so take that as you will, either way, I will remember

I’m writing this and you’re long gone by now. You’ve arrived home in the midst of a worldwide crisis

I’ll keep making pancakes out of the box and my eggs scrambled, but I’ll probably take a shot at making something new

I can feel myself wondering how you’re doing in the future, if distance separates the small connection we made