I try to imagine you with a few more wrinkles. More pucker lines around your mouth and fatter Liver spots indicative of aging, a few of your teeth gone brown or missing, and maybe some sort of growth upon your nose. I wish your beauty bad
I imagine, in your desperation for a little bit of the attention you once had, you would come back for me.
You would leap out from behind a tree like on our first date. You would shout boo and we would laugh like the way I can’t forget.
I would take you in my arms and kiss your crinkled lips. We would walk again on a city street so that I can watch you digest the art of the sidewalk, the music of dive bars, the difference between two woven fabrics that look quite the same to me.
And I would help you back up to your pedestal. I would stand close to keep you safe.