Core

I think I know you.

The part of you that you buried.

I used to fear, admire, and love … it.

When I saw you again, I thought it was gone.

But on the crosswalk, albeit briefly,

I glimpsed the smile; mysterious, conniving, and carefree.

I knew then that the part of you was alive.

It’s amusingly agonizing how long it has taken me to realize this notion.

I suspect I was afraid to look back, because the pain, I could not bear it again.

This is not the end of the story. This is the beginning of both the understanding and the renewed story.

6.10.2025