You meditate.
I have tattoos.
We've changed.
You travel the world.
I write poetry.
We've changed.
You mail letters.
I don't answer.
We've changed.
You learned English.
I go out alone.
We've changed.
Unscathed,
the memory of the last time
our hands touched -
this stays the same.
Whew. Nicely contrasted. And the lingering blessing that was. BTW I used the word Tattoo in a poem. He he.
ReplyDeleteRemember me "you learn" of Alanis Morriset.
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yes, it does have a lyric sense ~
ReplyDeletenice to catch a glimpse of the changeless amidst changes...
ReplyDeleteSo much does change.. and too much remains the same. You have such a way of tapping into common human experience and presenting it in an uncommon way.
ReplyDeleteCare to reflect a little! Yes, it certainly makes it imperative to care for consequences of change than just assuming one is not affected. Nicely Kenia!
ReplyDeleteHank
I LOVE this!
ReplyDeleteWhat a succinct yet detailed telling of two grown apart. Kudos, Kenia!
ReplyDeleteChange...it always seems to come....great write!!
ReplyDeleteOh, this is wonderful, Kenia.
ReplyDeleteLuv, K
I love the repeat/repeat/repeat/change!
ReplyDeleteA nice pert summary of how much people can change knowing that the past can't.
ReplyDeleteYup--we do change--really a great write!
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