1 year, 1 month, and 17 days later, here I am. There you are.
I had seen pictures before, but none of them spoke to me in a way quite like this one
maybe it was your smile; the crooked one that hides your imperfect teeth because you're too ashamed to be unique
maybe it was your expression; one brow slightly raised above the other in a permanent look of bewilderment
almost like that "I-know-you're-mad-at-me-but-I-love-you" look you used to give me.
you always told me you hated the way the hair landed on the back of your neck, so you kept it short
and ****** hair made you itch, so you kept a clean face
but now your cares have gone to the wind, I see
with your shaggy hair and scruffy face...
But I bet she likes it