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Just needed a few years
It’s invisible but everywhere; sliding through everything.
We glorify in triumph and defeat but cannot stop either from leaving. Parting in a good way, it moves on, tantalizing slow at first, then zooming soundlessly away from us. Sitting at the table, I lean out to try and stop it, but can only watch in disbelief as it slithers past me, around me, through me. You are sitting across from me and reading a Steinbeck novel, thinking you know me from somewhere.
Weren’t we in the 7th grade together; back before it became a pulsating wave, wiping the slate clean except for a few seconds dripping from the table. Help me through the creeping sand as it passes through me. The almighty wave scared of nothing, washes everything in its path; nothing escapes.
I gave you a Valentine card asking you to be my Valentine and you gave me candy; all kinds of colors. We were shades of brown that was known as ‘dirty brown’ but man did others love it. I followed your every move as I hoped you did mine. We knew there was a thing called time but we were too young, with no past, without ever realizing the future, so stuck in the present we were.
If we could have had a few years, 8 or 9, we might of handled the wave at another level, somehow. But we were pressed to hurry when hurrying wasn’t needed, and existing in different circles, we never achieved that level, together.