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The day you arrived 7 years later

Moving Provinces

By Katarina PenfoldPublished 4 years ago 1 min read
The day you arrived 7 years later
Photo by Honey Yanibel Minaya Cruz on Unsplash

I walk through the front door and drop everything from my hands

The first time that I have seen you after so many years apart

All I could do was stare and feel my heart

Felt as if I was going through an old flip chart

That reminded me of our first start

I almost could not believe that it was you sitting on the couch

With the same lean and slouch

It was as if I had gone back into an old school dream

I remember everything in a fast look into your eyes

Trying to cover my track and past as if I do not remember who you are

Not wanting everyone to see through me

Going over past images

Remembering days and nights that we shared that felt limited

As a normal house ritual when guest arrive from out of town

We all proceed to the small green room

You sit across from me

I sit across from you

Round one begins and I can keep my cool

Round two starts and I start to feel my heart

Then my words start

You catch on after I start to speak that it is me

My reaction is still the same to you has it always been

Pulling my cuffs over my hands

To try and hide that you still make me nervous

And then you say my nickname

Follow by a hummed bar of my favorite song

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