|This week's word: Remember|
We're in the flurry of life ~ coats zipped, seat belts clicked, overnight bags are in Grandma's car.
We walk back inside momentarily dazed at our "two-ness" and stand uncertain.
then, I catch your eyes and I see him there, my 16 year old crush...
my smile creeps wide, and our old friendship falls back in.
during dinner we speak of dreams and places yet to discover,
not unlike our days of yore when we dreamt of this life we've now built.
in the dark movie theatre I watch the movie screen play over your face,