Through Fog

for Laura

it's been years, hasn't it?
long strange years, for us.
it's so cute how all
these things have twisted themselves around
peeked into Chronos' mirror
and startled themselves (and us)
different in our entirety
and how --
really --
not that different at all.

I walk (timidly still) through a
serene mist
and make a one-ninety turn
I know I'm forever this sixteen-year-old thing
trembling, nervous
and when it all comes clear in the sheer morning light
(playing in my eyes like a child)
there's your face, your smile!

and there's my smile, too.

I realised
that I had no reason to fear
in the end, it's all just Time
and sometimes
we are the ones who pull one over Time.

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