We slowed down at a crossing
to look both ways and
I leaned forward as much as I could,
as if to whisper in your ear.
But with our helmets on
and the machine growling
I had to yell
and you had to say "what?"
I think I said something about whichv way we should go, but
in that moment,
I noticed the lines by your left eye
and I wondered about the laughing and crying
you had done so far in your life,
before I even knew you.
And I imagined you growing older
and I knew I wanted to be there:
Seeing and hearing and experiencing
all the things that would make those lines deeper.
Written by Stephanie Darnell
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