You see that compass, the charms
And the mug beneath the chair,
The creased re-read storybook?
Can you see it?
The woolly sweater?
The one with the hideous flowers
And gaudy sparkles?
It still kind of glitters!
Well don’t deny,
It was a safe haven.
You and I and the whole thing we did;
You guided, I followed.
You gave, I took
You showed, I saw.
And then we wore that sweater;
Well we took our turns to wear it.
And the roles switched.
You were what you used to be
As was I.
And it is pretty pointless to deny
That we haven’t been altered by time.
But I still know that you know
That we both know-
That the compass, the mug…
They’ll all wait.
No hurry.
We can take our time.
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