an ending

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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