(7) Homecoming
I see you in the distance,
running toward me so fast
that I think your old bones are about to collapse--
just slow down...
but no,
you are suddenly young,
putting your arms out to fly to me
like a child would.
It's a little ridiculous
how your giant smile
takes up your whole face
as you call my name
like your lungs are made out of loudspeakers
and I don't remember ever seeing anyone
with eyes so open-wide
as you see that yes, it is me,
I am home,
wearing everything I've ever been and failed to be
right on my dirty sleeves
and I'm struck by the fact
that you know everything
...except how not to love me.
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