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I see the email in my inbox past the monotony of checking every box "read" for the first time in nearly six years. A poem selected and sent on the day. The way mine was so many years ago. I login just to look. To gaze upon a world I had left lifetimes ago. I see the scattered pieces of a distant past. My past. Laid nearly bare, but for a dusting of memories, exactly as I had left them. I see the boy I was. Young. A teenager. In high school. He seems so different. He's sad, and he doesn't understand why. Not the way I do. Not the way he will. He doesn't know what kind of man he'll be. What kind of man he wants to be. He doesn't know yet that we won't be a man. What we'll be instead is still in the air, as unsure of my gender now as he was of his hurt. As much as I wish it were so, I can't show him what's waiting for him. I can't correct his course. Instead I'll make a quiet return so that maybe he can correct mine. For him, earlier I'll be Me, Later
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Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 3:41 AM UTC
Me, Later
I see the email in my inbox past the monotony of checking every box "read" for the first time in nearly six years. A poem selected and sent on the day. The way mine was so many years ago. I login just to look. To gaze upon a world I had left lifetimes ago. I see the scattered pieces of a distant past. My past. Laid nearly bare, but for a dusting of memories, exactly as I had left them. I see the boy I was. Young. A teenager. In high school. He seems so different. He's sad, and he doesn't understand why. Not the way I do. Not the way he will. He doesn't know what kind of man he'll be. What kind of man he wants to be. He doesn't know yet that we won't be a man. What we'll be instead is still in the air, as unsure of my gender now as he was of his hurt. As much as I wish it were so, I can't show him what's waiting for him. I can't correct his course. Instead I'll make a quiet return so that maybe he can correct mine. For him, earlier I'll be Me, Later
It's been nearly six years since I last visited Hello Poetry, and nearly seven since I first started writing. I'm nervous to come back, but I'm excited. I hope to make myself proud. Or happy, at least.
#memory#return
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namakehruk
22/Non-binary
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 3:41 AM UTC
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