i see you.
it’s five years later
and you’re same-different.
taller than i remember,
same smile, same eyes.
you’re opposite me now and
i can’t decide what to say.
this is new, different
and verbosity gives way to something less.
it’s not animosity, because
that implies resent i don’t feel.
shyness; that’s it,
more unfamiliarity.
an hour of travel
brings us to the same location.
i can’t approach you:
there’s nothing to say.
maybe i’ve run out of words.
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