"You're me."
"But I am far taller,
far wiser, far older."
"But you're me."
"Well, yes, you do have a familiar face,
like a house in a dream
that felt like home when it wasn't."
"But you are me."
"But your eyes are still tender,
as is your attitude towards the world.
You have no thought to the monsters;
You're just afraid of the darkness."
She sways, homemade bow tucked in her hair,
hand taking mine without any flinch;
"But you are still me."
Jan 21
Jan 21, 2026 at 10:48 PM UTC
"You're me."
"But I am far taller,
far wiser, far older."
"But you're me."
"Well, yes, you do have a familiar face,
like a house in a dream
that felt like home when it wasn't."
"But you are me."
"But your eyes are still tender,
as is your attitude towards the world.
You have no thought to the monsters;
You're just afraid of the darkness."
She sways, homemade bow tucked in her hair,
hand taking mine without any flinch;
"But you are still me."
