How?

When we were small-

We caught little bugs with see-through

Wings

Your hands bigger than mine

Your safety stronger than an angry revolution

Carries me softly (safely)

(safety).

Brings my hot feet into the cool sea-salt drenched sand.

See: half-moons set into each of your cuticles-

perfection.

Rode our bikes by the snails

                                                You taught me those trails

            Like the lines on your hands

Or the dry skin patch

                                    From scrubbing the pans

                                                Your shoes smelled of

                                                            Butter.

your laugh murmurs in my ear- low rumbling under each lobe.

we were small-

now we are big.

We have seen the end of many chapters-

Too many goodbyes

begin anew

without you

?