Every year on this date,
it feels a little bit more like
we drift further apart.
as a child, I loved to stand in the middle
on the plank of the see-saw.
Did my best to make sure
neither side dipped too low.
As an adult,
I’ve come to hate this game.
I’ve rested so long on one side,
I wonder if you would recognize me.
I really have.
But I do miss you.
I’m sorry I moved away.
The balancing act became to be too much.