Name Tag: Reunion II

You saw a woman. Time touched her too. But you saw that beautiful girl you knew since you were children in the brightness of her eyes. She was still there. Did she also see you as a boy, even for a moment? Is it possible our truest selves can be brought back to life by a simple rewind? You wound your watch to truth. You taught me so well how to read faces. I know you were so good you sometimes had to turn away when you saw lies like neon. I understand, why you always liked the darkness. I wish I could have seen your face those nights. I think you lied once. But it's so hard to tell just by your voice. On the second night you heard someone say that they're surprised to see you because they thought you'd be in prison by now. And I heard you ask why? I wish you hadn't done that. You spent your entire childhood with bars on those project windows. And you fucking escaped. Look what happened when you sat outside, away from the crowd. You both understood how hard it was, every regret, your shared shame. Some of them needed me, and some did not. But it felt so good to be rocked like that silver star on that gold cross.