Are you sure we didn’t see the same stars or sleep underneath the same sky?
Kind to the extent of making each other home wanting more but not knowing why.
In each season of absence living out whatever role we’ve been found in,
Now noticing the curves and angles from your presence in places that you’ve been.
Are you sure we didn’t experience the same air in those years, leading to when you reappeared?
7:39 PM, August 11, 2022, Thursday