1990

A summer of discovery
swirled in a vortex
of storms, midnight dreams, and a fabricated dance
Being thirteen wasn't so bad after all
with your disguise playing itself out
on a stage of deception
that became a beloved haven
of escape and comfort
from the outside swirls
of what really was

Swinging upside down
from the branch's bark
almost sturdy enough
to sustain formless wishes
of becoming the reflection
seen each day

Twenty episodes later
I'm still there
running in circles
with you
around the gazebo
in dresses and ribbons
talking without words
sensing who you really are
behind the eyes
behind the facade
you learned to play almost too well

The wind told me you and I would be here
connected in a storm of together
too strong to dissipate
into nothingness
a pull so strong you can't say no
overwhelming the boundary of who is you
and who is me

Now the only question that remains
is who we were
and whom we will be