Dedicate our lives
To try to remember how they felt
In time to write it down
Did we feel it begin to end
Or end to begin
A cycle of shedding our skin

A partial emancipation of respiration
Trying out new lungs
On stale air
Different shapes and shorter hair though
I was born in the penumbra
Of prohibition
To gaze in fascination
At your efflorescence

But for me it is enough
To see how beautiful you've become
Now that you've broken the chrysalis