too long ago
i looked at my parents
they never looked back.
but i saw inside them
there was nothing to find:
to believe they were ever young
impossible
to believe they were ever like me
outrageous
to believe they were ever different
ridiculous
so how silly was i
to even think such thing
with the answer so clear:
they came to be with me
what was before
long gone
vanished
gradually
so i find the present
now at my feet.
my son, so young
looks up at me
he wonders to me:
were you ever
young before—
like me
so i chuckle
and i smile
and speak so nicely
why son, i am still young
do you not believe.
i am like you
like you are to me
we are the same,
the same same
that can be
long gone
vanished
gradually