August 14


Every year on this date,
it feels a little bit more like
we drift further apart.

I remember,
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’ve changed.
I really have.

But I do miss you.

I’m sorry I moved away.
The balancing act became to be too much.

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