I often forget we are
not the same age
you
were entering high school
when I
was leaving for college–
an Adult
getting piercings, tattoos, a dorm room, a credit card even
So why should I be surprised that our differences now dig–
a tunnel away from each other
I was independent,
meeting myself some
freedom
while you walked the halls of your high school,
attending class after class
Some days the differences sharpen
cutting our ties like inaugural ribbons to a new building
and we fall,
detached opposite sides of the doorway.
