One day our paths will collide, again and I will be stable. I will be tall with hair untouched, eyes wide and lips relaxed. He will have a baby on his hip and 3 women holding his hand. We will smile through tears and I will kiss his cheeks 4 times to remember the weight of his lips and become dizzy.
But I will not stumble.
I will be a tree with shiny leaves and roots deep into the earth. My branches will reach high into the sky