When You Were Five Years Old

How can I still feel attached

to you. Your hand runs time

backward and I stay to hold you. 

Sweetness folded into

where I’ve always kept

music and smells and memories.

All that has made me.

And I want to thank you for

my heart now shaped

into something beautiful.

Your small hand clasped

in mine. We walk together

where I will always see.

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