Her hair is falling all
around her face;
like the waterfall
you remember visiting,
as a kid

Her skin tastes like sugar;
like the lollipops you
used to buy weekly,
as a kid

(she gives you the same
feeling you used to get
when you ate too much sugar)

Her words sound so similar
to the park swings that
you used to share with
every moment that you
thought would last forever,
as a kid

Her hands feel like
the scrapes on your knees
you used to get when you
fell on the same road
that you thought would
end up leading you somewhere
different,
as a kid

She reminds you of
the flower that you picked
in a field among a million
of the same flowers
because there was always
something different about it,
as a kid

You were preparing for her
your entire life
and you didn't even realize it