time travel

today I ran

so fast,
as fast as a kid
who knows she willl be airborne
any minute…

and the illusion paused

transporting me backwards
watching you walk away:
my stunned silence
a hall of mirrors

 

reflecting distortion

because I wasn’t a kid anymore.
I was me.  Now,
knowing who I am
and what I want

 

in comfortable skin.

no narcissistic reflection here,
that reflection I’m seeing
is your crestfallen
hope crumpled in a ball

 

in my stupid fist

 

holding notes passed

questions asked
giggled awkward refusals
now giving way
to adult’s ashes
 

I watch myself run…

 

this time, I’m chasing you down.