i’m the same as i was.
wasn’t satisfied then, either.
same sticky blood
but it’s had a few years to sit around.
so much further away now
but i don’t remember
feeling as close as i was, at the time.
same sticky blood
but more of it,
and it’s mine to take care of.
same girl, somewhere.
different window, different view
but we’re still looking at each other.
same sticky eyes, tired.
through all this distance,
i wish i could hold her.


© lj brooks